Ashely P.O.V.
I can't believe I am here in his truck. I wanted to kick him, but I shouldn't because one, if I kicked him, I could hurt him, and two, we would wreck the truck, and we both get hurt or, worse, killed.
So, instead, I just sat there. Crossing my arms over my chest, I looked at the window with a frown.
I am looking out the window when I see dark clouds, and I see it will storm soon. So, I am watching and waiting for the lightning to light up the night sky.
I could feel the heat coming off the window when I placed my hand on the heated window.
What are you doing?" I heard him ask me. I pulled away from my hand and sat it back down by my side.
Nothing, I uh, nothing." I told him. I didn't want to make him even madder than he already was with me.