Chapter 17
Audrey
"She's right through here."
The nurse pulled aside the curtain and let Tina and I through. Exchanging glances, we stepped into Avis's small hospital room- the scent of antiseptic mixed with fresh flowers from a vase on the side table overwhelming us.
"You guys came." Avis grinned at us from the hospital bed, her blonde head sporting a clean white bandage where she had hit it.
Tina and I surged forward, each of us hugging Avis from one side. When we pulled away, I practically had tears in my eyes. Tina pushed her red hair out of her face and beamed down at Avis, "Tina told me you were okay," I said,
id, "but I had to see fo
see for myself"
Avis giggled and tucked a stray blonde curl behind her ear. "The doctor said it was just a mild concussion," she said, reaching up to touch the bandage covering her temple. "Did you h
have to get stitches?" Tina asked as she leaned closer to get a better look.
Avis nodded and let out a huff. "Yeah. They said it might leave a bit of a scar on my eyebrow."
Tima and I exchanged angry glances, and I felt my chest clench. Reaching out to give Avis's hand a squeeze, I said, "I'm sorry that happened. It's my
"Your fault" Avis narrowed her eyes at me. "How!"
I swallowed and shrugged. "I was useless. I should have tried harder to get away from them, to="
don't want to hear it." Avis waved her hand dismissively. "I
those words. Without thinking, I leaned forward again
ear.
waving her phone at us, "I just got word that
and I asked almost in
now, just like the rest of us." She paused then, her eyes widening slightly as she scrolled through the text on her phone "An Without an explanation, Tina shoved her phone into my hands. 1 furrowed my
are facing disbandment." My eyes turned into saucers as I slowly lifted my gaze to look at my friends. "Does
not be in the running for the fashion show
produce a worthwhile
her life.
Tina to whip our heads around- such a loud
wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. "This has been coming
time
down the hallway with a bag in hand-a bag containing the
it out of his apartment earlier that morning,
although I doubted that was the case. I didn't want to see him, not after spending the night in his apartment, and especially not after having a wet dream about
That would be ideal.
his door and reached for the handle,
"Excuse me,"
me. She was tall and curvaceous, with dark brunette hair and warm brown eyes. She wore a
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