Between The Both Of Us

Chapter 10

Avery's POV

I wake up with my head throbbing like a bitch, excuse my French. I try getting up, and find myself in my room. Thank heavens for Aldrin. He had volunteered to be the DD for last night, and you could trust that guy to get you home safe and sound.

Drinking on school night was; is; will always be a bad idea. I don't want to go today, but being the second day, we would have an assembly, and I have to be there. Sometimes, being the student body head sucked. I sigh and roll out of bed, and groan for five minutes because of the pain it caused. When I finally manage the feat, I walk to the medicine cabinet and take out two paracetamol and swallow it down with some water. After sitting down for a while and letting the medicine do its work, I get up and walk to the bathroom. I wash my face and stare at myself in the mirror. I decide to look through my Facebook for while. It was a usual after-party thing I did to check if there were any embarrassing and/or bad photos of me. I log on and scroll through the newsfeed. There are millions of photos posted by millions of people, so, I decide to check my notifications and check out only the ones I was tagged in. I saw quite a few good ones; but my personal favorite was a candid of the girls and I just as we entered. We were all smiling and looked pretty much perfect. Thank Goodness for the dimmed lights of party house! There were a few weird pictures of me while on the dance floor, but nothing too bad. Guess I don't have to untag myself this time!

It's still early in the morning. Five fifteen to be exact. Even with a headache, I could remember last night's events, and I need to shake the feeling off. I need to clear my head, and I need to do it now. So, I shuffle out of my party clothes and put on some sweats and a loose shirt and head down to the gym. I plug my earphones in and create a playlist of songs with a good fast beat and start the treadmill. The music blasting in my ears helps me keep my rhythm while running. I slowly raise the speed until I'm flat out running as my thoughts run around my head.

Does he really like me?

Do I really like him?

Is this right; this fast?

Why did I ask him out? Is it just because I like him? I don't even know him, how would I know if I like him?

Why did him holding me in front of Mason make me feel like all kinds of hot? Why did his touch make me feel like doing all kinds of unholy things to him right then and there, like a sex-crazed bitch? Well, I guess it's the hormones, finally kicking into action after their period of dormancy.

Is he just another one of my male conquests? Am I taking this too lightly? Am I playing with his emotions? Does he have the emotions I'm getting worked-up about?

Did he join music for me? Wait, that's just dumb. He joined it because he had to join some club and he was good at singing. Yes, that has got to be it.

Did I want this to happen? What if he ended up finding all about....

I shake my head to remove all thoughts, crank the volume up higher, increase the treadmill speed and run. The faster I run, the less I think about everything- Dexter, my parents, Ivory, those bastards- and the more I think about the burn in my muscles, the metallic taste in my mouth, and the lack of oxygen in my lungs.

Eventually, I can't stand the pain anymore, and I slow the speed down, gradually till it comes to a stop. I step off the treadmill and hold on to its handle for a second as the reeling feeling goes away, and the nausea dies down. I then pick up my phone, lower the volume just a bit and walk back to my room, intent on a hot, scalding shower. Just as I put away my phone to step into the en suite, it blinked with a message on Facebook.

Dexter Maverick: What's long, hard and has cum in it?

Before I can reply, another message flashes.