9 | Saturday As Usual

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"Because my hand thinks I'm an artist" - Saturday As Usual

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Sophia's P.O.V.

I nudged my sandwich away with the tip of my finger. My appetite had disappeared when I went to the library to check on Avery and found it empty. I knew she had left school after our third period, but I thought she would be back by now.

Pushing Avery away was never the goal. If anything it was my biggest fear. Hanging out with her these past few days reminded me just how well we went together. She made me laugh like no one could. There was a glow about me that I had been missing.

Not to mention the sparks.

Every time we shared the same air, every breath I took was charged. There was lightning in my lungs and a storm in my heart. The best type of disaster though. There were torrential winds underneath my feet that were taking me to new places. And I wanted nothing more than for Avery to join me.

But with the way I was handling things now, it would never happen. I needed to be able to trust Avery and her ability to tell me in her own time. It's just that it was hard when her body was littered with bruises.

"Sophia! Is that a yes or a no?" Crystal pestered, giving me an annoyed look.

Crystal was one of the friends that came with dating Chris. She didn't have much of a personality and was a tad annoying in all honesty. Her favorite past times included making people cry and trying to take what wasn't hers. The latter never bothered me because Chris was loyal to a fault.

However, what if she was the one responsible for Avery's injuries. She would never do the dirty work herself, but she was influential and homophobic enough. I whipped my head around to face her to find her already staring at me. I had forgotten she was trying to get my attention.

"Can you repeat the question?" I asked, resting my chin on my fist. I could at least try to look interested.

She groaned dramatically, throwing her hands in the air. She made various unnecessary hand motions before eventually giving me a look that matched my current mood.

"Are you coming to my party tonight? Chris said he was coming," she sighed dreamily.

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Chris would never pass up anyone's party; especially if there's going to be free alcohol. She shouldn't feel too flattered.

"I'm actually not feeling too great, so I'll skip out on this one." Translation: I dislike you and your parties, so no. I don't want to go.

Crystal's face lit up. "That's too bad. Don't worry, I'll have enough fun for the both of us," she said at an offensively high tone of voice. I was even more offended that she thought I actually believed that.

"I'm sure you will," I responded, forcing a smile. I stood up from the table, collecting my things. "I'm actually going to head to the nurse. Get checked out."

I didn't wait for anyone's response before walking away and I'm sure no one spared me a glance. Even if Avery isn't there, the library was still much more appealing than listening to Crystal drone on about her party.

I still made my way to Avery's section of the library and made myself comfortable between the bookshelves. I stared at the ceiling as if it knew something which could help me talk to her. Even the carpet stain knows more about her than I do. This wood stain would probably be a better friend than I am.

"Sophia, why are you talking to the bookshelf?"

I let out a startled squeak and my head snapped up in alarm. Avery stood in front of me with her backpack hanging from her fingertips. Her hood was still pulled around her face, most likely hiding the reason she came to class late earlier. My brain whirled with a flurry of thoughts and Avery looked down at me expectantly.

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