"Preview Avery P.O.V."

Fuck. Ouch. I try not to show pain. But it’s too late. Because I hear my friends surrounding me ask. If I am okay. But really, they know I am not. closed my eyes and bent down over my seat.

“Avery, Hey, You alright?”

“Yeah, I am—fine. I must have heartburn from the big breakfast my mom made for me this morning.” I tell my friends. But when I look over by the door, I saw the four sets of eyes of Elijah Woods and Jake Stone, Matthew Steele, Andrew Bradford the guilty and worried look on their face.

Good, I thought. They should feel guilty after...