Ashton's P.O.V
I looked at the time; it was late. Becca should have called me back by now.
Should I call her again?
Ugh. No, she listened to the voicemail.
I scared her off. She didn't like me the way I like her.
I don't know how she got me feeling this way, no girl has ever made me feel like this.
And I was getting really tired of feeling this way.
I was starting to think that it was time to just forget about Becca.
As much as I didn't want to, I knew I had to
She changed a cool punk rock guy into a sappy mushy lover boy.
If forgetting Becca is what I had to do to change things back to normal, then she was forgotten.
