Avery’s pov

It has been three days since I’ve been visiting the gym to see if Xade would finally show up and explain to me why he stood me up.

But every single time, he was a no show.

“Do you know when he’ll be here?” I asked Christian who was lifting weights, and another guy spotting him. They both looked at me and Christian let out a snort.

“He’s your boyfriend,” he said. “Aren’t you supposed to know his whereabouts?”

My stomach flips oddly in anxiety and my cheeks heat up. “We’re not-

I stopped, sighing and grabbed my things. What use is there to tell him that Xade and I were not really together? I must look like a bigger fool too for coming here after him like a puppy without a leash.

Was I so desperate to see him?

It’s six thirty a.m, early. And I got here at six. Hoping he’d finally show up today despite us not setting a schedule for today at all.

The desperation to see him, smell him, and be near him was clawing at my insides even though I should be more angry at him more than anything.

I turn around to head to the door, but stop when Christian called out to me. “Wait.”

I turn.

with a grunt, sits up.

as I want to learn boxing, something tells me

I a more than certain came out like a cringe. “It’s

yourself. But if I were you,” he smirked. “I’d not waste my time on Xade. You’re not the first girl

and I am too humiliated to find words to respond. So with an awkward cringe, I turn around

It’s clear that he doesn’t want to see me and though it hurts,

reaches my nose. I’ve always loved the smell of coffee, but suddenly, it turns my

at her desk, a steaming cup of coffee beside her. Hearing the horrid sounds coming from me, she

asked and picked up her cup

turns my belly even more, I shook my head, swallowing, and peeled my hand off my lips. Worse mistake because

racing out of the room to the

barely make it to the sink in time, gagging and retching painfully. My fingers grip the counter, gasping as I throw up into the sink bowl. The air stenches quickly of vomit and the chlorine water as I

the mirror, staring at my reflection. I don’t understand why I am suddenly sick. The smell of coffee

whitening, my face e flushing off the

the stalls open, and a girl comes out. She cringes, eyeing the sink bowl in disgust.

despite not feeling okay at all. She hums and leaves the room, not bothering to look back. Now

“Sick?”

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