Chapter Three

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I woke up to the crack of light poking through the curtains and into my eyes, rubbing them with clenched fists.

"Friday!" I can hear my mother and father joyfully saying downstairs, probably ballroom dancing in the kitchen to some crappy music.

But they're right. It is Friday, and for once I was actually glad to have a weekend ahead.

"Avery!" I decided to ignore my dad calling me. It probably wasn't very important. "Avery!" My name was called again. I figured it wasn't going to stop, so I just replied. "What?" I reply. There was no answer, the house fell silent, so I decided to discover for myself.

I slip on my dressing robe and run down my staircase, and into the kitchen to see my parents sat at the table with Bailey and Sadie.

"Guys I'm sorry" I laugh, apologising at the fact that they had to sit with my embarrassing parents around the table. God knows what they discussed.

"Hey Avery" Sadie laughs, following me up the stairs, not long being followed by Bailey.

I opened my wardrobe door once we'd entered my room, staring cluelessly at the clothes I had hung up. Bailey and Sadie sat at the edge of my bed.

"I literally have no clothes" I complain, and they groan at the false statement. "No clothes?" Bailey says, rolling her eyes. "Besides the whole closet of clothes you have there" she adds, flopping back on to the bed.

"What about this?" I ignore her totally true statement and hold up an outfit: high waisted acid wash jeans and an All Time Low band t-shirt. "Sure" Sadie says, shrugging. They both obviously want to get the usual morning routine over and done with, so I just decide to throw on the chosen clothes.


"Where were you after school?" Calum asks, as our group is sat around a round table in the cafeteria full of high school students. "Avery" he adds, snapping me out of my daydream.

"Huh?" I mumble, looking around the table. I got zero sleep last night, and it's starting to show. "Where were you after school?" Michael inputs, filling in for Calum.

"Oh, I was tutoring" I shrug, taking a sip of my drink. "Tutoring? Who?" Michael continues to ask questions.

"Luke" I say. "Luke Hemmings" I add to clarify. Everyone nearly choked on their lunch at the name of the popular high school basketball player.

"Luke Hemmings?" Bailey smiles, shooting me a flirtatious wink. I roll my eyes. "Relax, he doesn't even need tutoring" I look at Calum who is about to speak.

"I was gonna say, isn't he like a Straight-A-Student?" He reminds me, the fact that his grades are equal to mine is aggravating. "I bet he's just pretending to be dumb to get closer to you" Sadie chirps in, twirling a strand of her her between her fingers.

I scoff and roll my eyes. "No he's not. His father pays no attention to him whatsoever. He thinks his son is flunking every lesson." I do feel bad for Luke. His own father has no clue what intelligence level he's on.

"That's sad. I kinda feel bad for him" Bailey shrugs, before Michael interrupts. "Nu-uh." He sips his drink. "Nobody is feeling bad for anybody, because do you know what that leads to?" He asks, leaving everybody clueless. "Sympathy sex" he adds, as if it was an obvious answer.

"Sympathy sex?" Calum laugh, mostly at his pathetic answer. Michael nods, taking yet another sip of his soda. "Yeah, and I don't want you guys losing your virginity before me, remember?" He reminds us of the pathetic competition that I am not involved in.

"Have you got your eye on somebody?" I ask him, and he nods, shooting his eye over to a bleach blonde cheerleader. "Charlotte" he mumbles, smirking at her name.

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