Salty Licorice

Chapter 77

Liz's POV

Honestly, I have no Idea what to do about Avery. She's like a math equation for me right now, unsolvable and I'm left reeling. I don't know how to handle this, especially after she was basically begging for my forgiveness on her knees in front of the whole school pretty much. She was so awkward about the whole ordeal too, and basically telling me she wants to prove she isn't that person. But I already know that, the problem isn't me thinking of her as that person she was portraying because I could see it and hear it in her action that she was just trying to play this role. But what is the issue, is that she hurt my feelings and I don't know how to forgive her for all the stuff she did to other people or the things she said. Why is she so dumb sometimes?

"Earth to Lizzie," Emma's voice echos from my laptop. "Are you still over contemplating your issues with Avery?"

"Yes, and no. She really pissed me off," I remark a little harsher than needed. "How do I just ignore all the stuff she did? She might have just been playing this role but she still did those things and said those things. They can't be undone."

"Has she apologized?" Emma asks.

"Yes, wednesday," I sigh. "She got on her knees begging me in front of everyone for my forgiveness." I roll my eyes at the mental image I have engraved of Avery looking up at me with a pout and hopeful eyes.

"So you kissed and made up," She blabbers. "And made up as in makeout and probably ended between your bed sheets?"

"No," I deadpan. "I told her she was an idiot and walked away."

"What?" She gasps. "Bitch she kneeled for you, she is serious about wanting your forgiveness. If only I had a tall sexy athlete throwing themselves at me, my life would be complete."

"You're a child so hush." I narrow my eyes on her. "No one better be throwing themselves at you."

"Let me fantasize in peace woman, geez," She snaps at me.

"You're fantasizing about Avery and I don't appreciate it," I cut in with a bored face.

"Not like you're doing anything about those delicious abs," Emma hums. "Now if I had my way-"

"Stop fantasizing my Avery," I snap at her.

"Your Avery?" Emma smiles devilishly. "So you do still want her."

"I never said I didn't still have feelings for her, she just hurt me," I grumble in reply. "Isn't it late, go to bed."

"Says the one who woke me up to facetime," She snickers at me. "But you're right, I'm tired even though it's not that late, I've just been up since like 5 this morning. I'll let you go so I can sleep, and you call your girl toy before this whole thing gets worse. Calling her an idiot won't give her anything to help her understand what you want or need from her. Bye hoe." With that my screen goes black before I can get a word in.

She wants me to call her but I don't want to hear her voice. I make my way down stairs and watch my mom do the dishes on the other side of the counter. I must have been loitering because she looks up at me and narrows her eyes.

"What do you want?" She asks slowly.

"Nothing," I chirp, feeling self-conscious for some reason.

"That's not your nothing face, what's wrong?" She asks again. I walk around the counter and into the kitchen.

"I just need advice but I don't know who is the best person to ask," I sigh and sit on the counter next to her.

"What type of advice?" She asks.