Avery

~8~

It's been about a week since the whole incident in the elevator, and I hate thinking about it.

It was humiliating and stupid and I can't believe I let it happen.

Plus, I was sick on his shirt a few weeks ago, and that's simply a moment I will never recover from so this is 2 things he probably won't let me live down.

That's when I see him.

He disappeared and I'm yet to see him again.

Which I don't mind, I needed a break from his smug face and annoyingly large ego.

It all hit me while I was at Dad's, all this is just so he has more power over me, but I won't let him have the upper hand.

You know, it's not even relevant to me.

Who even cares about a stupid kiss? Definitely not me.

Its just lips touching, not a big deal.

Ew, that makes it sound gross.

Anyway.

Dinner at Dad's was underwhelming, as to be expected.

We ate and he ran to his room to get away the second he found a spot to excuse himself.

Poppy says it happens every day, I'm seriously concerned about him, I just don't know how to help.

It's actually been surprisingly busy today, probably 100 or more customers.

We ran out of food a while ago and that hasn't happened in a while.

The phone beside me rings and I put down the glass coffee pot in my hand, holding my hand up to the customer with a polite smile.

"Teresa's Treats, how can I help?" God, that name is not creative, what was she thinking?

"Avery." A very familiar voice sounds through the phone.

"What do you want, Adam, you're holding up my line."

That's a complete lie, no one ever calls the phone here.

"You're at work then?"

"No, my clone is answering the phone, obviously I'm at work, idiot." he doesn't respond for a second.

"I need a favour, I'll be there in a few minutes." Then there's a long beep and the line clicks.

I really hate the idea of helping him out, but I do owe him after what he witnessed when I was sick.

I would pay for him to have his eyes bleached.

And his shirt.

You know what, scratch that, that's on him for not leaving.

Just as he said, he bursts through the door a few minutes later, extremely aggressively for no reason.

"One day, that door is going to come off the hinges and you're getting me a new one."

He places both his palms on the counter, looking right at me.

"Okay, the issue is simple really. I have a charity event tonight, and you're going to be my date, okay?" he rushes the words out, almost painfully, as if the idea itself is painful for him.

I don't say anything for a second and he stares at me almost desperately.

"I mean, if thats okay with you." He corrects himself, tapping his finger on the counter.

"Date?"

I mean we kissed,  but it was less than 10 seconds, and a date is a whole different thing.

"Not really, more of a fake date, there's women I really don't want to talk to and your my ticket to leave as early as possible."