Avery’s pov

The bile burns my throat as I retch into the sink, the rancid taste and smell alone makes me vomit even more.

Tears burn in my eyes as I grab the counter, my knees feeling weak. I opened the faucet, shaking as I spit out the horrid taste that lingered in my mouth.

“Last night,” Melissa voice reaches me as she leaned against the doorframe. “Did you fuck him?”

I looked over at her in surprise. “What?”

She steps into the bathroom, her eyes glancing down at the sink bowl in disgust. “Better question is….have you been fucking?”

My brows furrowed and I glared. “What the hell Melissa? I’m here barfing my guts out and you’re asking me if I’m fucking or not?” I spat, cupping my hand under the running pipe and pushing the water in my mouth to rinse.

“Well it’s two days in a row you’ve been throwing up, and you’ve been eating like a cow for a week. It could be stress…” she snorted. “Or could be-

I straightened, turning to scowl at her. “Not that it’s any of your business but I am not fucking anyone.”

and looking unbothered. “I’m

Drop

press against her chest. “Ouch. You’ve been bitchy too. Wouldn’t surprise me if you actually were pregnant.

you

disappeared, her last words were like a jab that still echoed in my head but I try my best to ignore them. It’s not like what she said could possibly be true. I have never slept with

try to recollect if I had slept with anyone, my temples begin to throb and I wince, pressing my finger on

breath, my head spinning and I gripped the countertop harder, scared

skin. Groans of pleasure under me. His voice. “V,”

opened my eyes, catching my reflection

His….

my head. This cannot be

this feel like a memory? Why did it feel so real? His

head once more and opened the faucet, splashing water on my face. This was impossible,

on my skin as I hear an echo of his voice brushing my ears. I bit into my lower lip, my fingers shaking.

My mind was so consumed with

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