I woke up. I groaned softly as I glanced at the clock. 5am.

"You're awake" I heard someone grumble to see Avery sitting in the corner.

"Yeah" I whispered, unable to look at him.

"Did I wake you?" He asked, fidgeting with his nails.

"No, I just can't sleep" I admitted.

"You always did suffer from anxiety" Avery smiled revealing something he secretly knew about me.

"How do you-" I was interrupted by him. "You used to get cramps in your stomach before you saw a new couple. "You were always afraid of not being picked" Avery spoke quietly, his knees pulled to his chest and his head resting on...