Chapter seventeen

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Avery's P.O.V

„So are you coming to our show on Saturday?" Ashton asks a massive grin on his face.

„Sure" I smile at his excitement.

„No you can't" Jake interrupts.

„Why?" I frown.

„We had plans for Saturday" he snaps.

I hear Ally sigh beside me, rolling her eyes as I look over.

„No we hadn't? You can just come" I say not knowing what he's talking about.

„No Avery! We had plans and you're not going to dump me because of those freaks show!" He spits.

„Excuse me?" Michael says turning to Jake.

„What?"

„First we are no freaks! Second she's our friend and she can come to our show if she wants to and you have no saying in it. Third stop treating her like a fucking doll! She's human!" Michael snaps.

„Michael calm down" Ally says trying to avoid a massive fight.

„Yeah Michael calm down" Jake apes her.

Ally sends him a death glare but he doesn't care.

I don't know what to do.

I'm torn.

Sure I'd love to come to the show.

It's a big deal for them and we've become pretty close over the last week.

On the other hand Jake seems pretty hurt that I forgot our plans.

But I seriously can't remember.

„See no one even likes you so you should probably shut up" Michael says more annoyed than angry now.

„Avery!" Jake calls for help.

„What?" I ask without emotion.

„You're my girlfriend you're supposed to help me" he sighs.

„I really can't remember that we had plans! I'm sorry but I can't let them hang now!" I explain.

„Oh so you're choosing them over me?" He's really frustrated now.

„I'm sorry. I don't know why I can't remember it's so weird"

„Well maybe fucking amnesia wants to stay" he spat.

„Hey!" Calum yells pointing a finger at him.

Jake doesn't care and ignored him.

It hurt.

I don't have any affection on my memory loss.

It's not like I enjoy it anyway.

Tears fill my eyes even though I try to hold them in.

I can't help it.

I've become so emotional it's annoying.

„I'll just leave" Jake sighs.

„I'm sorry! I really am" I call after him.

He just mumbles a „whatever" and leaves the room.

„So when does the show start?" I ask trying to hide how hurt I actually am.

„Doors open at 7pm show starts at 8:30 probably 9:00 because we're always late" Luke laughs.

He hasn't said a word all day.

Something's wrong with him.

And I don't like it.

Luke's P.O.V

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