3 a.m.

Prologue

I walked behind him, holding his hand as he dragged me to the local park. I had never been on a date before. I focused more on my work than my social life. I couldn't believe i was fifteen and it was my first time going out with a boy. His name was Jax. I definitely liked him a lot. Though, i didn't think we'd fit well together. We were puzzle pieces. We had to find the right one that we connected with, but now we were actually on a date i felt no connection at all.

He stopped in his tracks, tugging my arm slightly and nodding towards what was infront of us, a slight indication that he wanted me to look at what it was. I lifted my head from my thoughts and peaked through my bangs.

I could see a perfect picnic date; lit candles in jars placed around a perfectly laid out blanket with no creases, a basket full of sandwiches and fruit and even a fondue set?! He must think i am special, sadly i am not.

I ran infront of him and sat on the blanket. I waited for him to sit down and started eating a tuna salad sandwich. Did he make these himself? It must have taken a while to prepare this.

Soon after we finished eating. It was getting dark. Before i knew it my watch pointed to 8:30pm. I had to go, my mother would be so pissed off if i didn't get home before 9.

"I really need to go, i'll be grounded for months if i'm not home by nine."

I stood up quickly and began walking

"Hey Ash," i turned around to look at Jax, he looked really attractive at night. "I'll walk you home."

Yes it was a nice offering and very sweet but i think I gave Jax the wrong impression. Granted, he did ask me on a date but i hadn't felt much of a connection to him.

The park wasn't much far from my house so it only took fifteen minutes to arrive there. I was about to walk into my house before Jax stopped me. He pulled out a pen from his back pocket and motioned for me to hold my hand out to him.

So i did.

"Here is my number," he spoke with the pen cap in his mouth while he wrote his digits down on the back of my hand. "call me if you're bored."

I couldn't tell if he was flirting, if he was he was very bad at it.

I thanked him for the night and opened the door to my parents house.

I don't want to message him.