Ashtyn’s POV
I woke up on Saturday with a slight headache but nothing a strong cup of coffee can’t fix. I quickly strip out of my hoodie and denim shorts that I was wearing last night at the party since I fell asleep in them. I grab a t-shirt from my drawer and a pair of pajama shorts before heading downstairs for coffee. I hear the noises of teenage boys, crap I forgot children were here. Yes, the 15 year old, sophomore boys are children. Gosh, why are they so loud.
I slowly make my way to the kitchen and groan while rubbing my temples, “Kyle and other children, shut the f**k up.”
Kyle is grabbing a pan from one of the cupboards to make breakfast. He takes the pan and a metal spatula from the counter. He starts banging the pan with it before shouting, “What, I can’t hear
