° sky high ° h.s. {a.u.}

° chapter three °

° three °

Luke was sprawled out on the floor as Avalon went about cleaning her kitchen. “Cal, Michael and I are going to a club tonight,” Luke said suddenly, “Do you want to come?”

“Sure,” Avalon smiled, “I’d love to.”

“Do you have a sexy little dress you can wear?” Luke winked.

“Um …” Avalon thought of the dresses in her closet and bit her lip. “I’ll have El take me shopping.”

“I was kidding, honey. Wear whatever you want,” Luke stood up and leaned into give Avalon a kiss. “I’ll pick you up at say … tenish?”

“Sounds great,” Avalon nodded, “See you then.”

“Bye,” Luke whispered, giving Avalon one last kiss before waltzing out the door. As soon as it was shut, Avalon groaned and looked around for her phone. She hadn’t worked out since she got to London and Harry’s cooking was definitely not keeping her skinny. She and Harry had gone for a couple runs in the past weekends but nothing major.

She should go to the gym.

But first she needed to call Eleanor. “Babe!” Eleanor gushed as soon as she picked up the phone, “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Avalon sighed, “I’m going clubbing with Luke and some of the boys tonight and I’m going to need shopping advice. Are you game this afternoon?”

“Why of course!” Eleanor giggled, “Where should I meet you?”

“Okay you know the sports complex around the corner from that shopping district?” Avalon asked, “I’ll be there.”

“Ew why?”

“To work out,” Avalon sighed, “At least make myself feel as though I’ve accomplished something to look good in a dress.”

Eleanor laughed and agreed to meet her there in four hours after she was done at work. Avalon quickly changed into a pair of Under Armor three-fourths spandex leggings, her sneakers, and an Under Armor tank top before zipping up her jacket and taking a little run to the sports complex.

She wouldn’t say she was out of shape, but she was definitely not as in shape as she wanted to be so by the time she was done with her little three and a half mile run, she welcomed the sports complex happily.

But just as she was about to walk in, she noticed a car. Harry’s car, actually. She furrowed her eyebrows and opened the doors, looking wherever she could for the curly-haired best friend she loved so much. After hanging up her coat, she checked the weight room but still didn’t find him. He wasn’t at the pool, or on the footie field, and he wasn’t in any of the batting cages.