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.

puts the weights back on the bar and with a grunt, sits up.

boxing, something

awkwardly which I a more than certain

But if I were you,” he smirked. “I’d not

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

again. It’s clear that he doesn’t want to see me and though it hurts, pains more than I wish it hadn’t,

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

at her desk, a steaming cup of coffee beside her. Hearing

She asked and picked up her cup

the sight somehow turns my belly even more, I shook my head, swallowing, and peeled my hand off my lips. Worse mistake because now the nausea

around, racing

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

gagged. My eyes flick up to the mirror, staring at my reflection. I don’t understand why I am suddenly sick. The smell of coffee have never done this to me

the color whitening, my face

She cringes, eyeing the sink bowl in

the room, not bothering to look back. Now alone, I

“Sick?”

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