"Preview Avery P.O.V."
Fuck. Ouch. I try not to show pain. But it"s too late. Because I hear my friends surrounding me ask. If I am okay. But really, they know I am not. closed my eyes and bent down over my seat.
"Avery, Hey, You alright?"
"Yeah, I am—fine. I must have heartburn from the big breakfast my mom made for me this morning." I tell my friends. But when I look over by the door, I saw the four sets of eyes of Elijah Woods and Jake Stone, Matthew Steele, Andrew Bradford the guilty and worried look on their face.
Good, I thought. They should feel guilty after they were showing the sluts off their arms.
I wanted to look away, but I can"t believe I wanted to see how much they hurt me.
But the look on their face showed me how they really feel about me.
That would be...
Love.
Damn it! I can hear her thoughts.
Why I am being this monster right now?
You know why my invoice is telling me.