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="
her hand dismissively. "I haven't regretted biting Linda for
forward again and threw my arms around Avis, squeezing her so tight I thought her small frame might shatter
ear.
Linda" Tina said, waving her phone at us, "I just got word that
I
Looks like the princess is poor now, just like the rest of us." She paused then, her eyes widening slightly as she scrolled through the text on her phone
turned into saucers as I slowly lifted
Linda might not be in the running for the fashion show after all. Perhaps she truly had become the exact embodiment of the type
couldn't produce a
her life.
loud it caused both me and Tina to whip our heads around- such a loud sound for such a small girl. Her face
at her tears with the
time
strode down the hallway with a
out of his apartment earlier that morning, but had taken the
he wasn't there, 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 him. Hopefu could just drop the shirt off
That would be ideal.
up to his door and reached for
"Excuse me,"
with dark brunette hair and warm brown eyes. She wore a pencil skirt into which was
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Chapter 17
Professor
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