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="
"I haven't regretted biting
the laugh that escaped me at those words. Without thinking, I leaned forward again and threw my arms
ear.
us, "I just got
I
of us." She paused then, her eyes widening slightly as she scrolled through the text on her phone "An Without
are facing disbandment." My eyes turned into saucers as I slowly
took in the implication: Linda might not be in the running for the fashion show after all.
couldn't produce a worthwhile garment to
her life.
let out an abrasive laugh that was so loud it caused both me and Tina to whip our heads around- such a loud sound for
mighty fall," she said, wiping at her tears with the back of her hand. "This has
time
hallway with a bag in
apartment earlier that morning,
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 and
That would be ideal.
reached for the handle, a sudden voice caught my
"Excuse me,"
see a woman walking toward me. She was tall and curvaceous, with dark brunette hair and warm brown eyes. She wore a pencil skirt into which was t down,
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Chapter 17
Professor Brooke's office?" she
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