The Not-So Brits

Chapter 12~ So, what do you say?

Morning comes too quickly. I barely manage to get dressed: and all I have to do is throw on my uniform. But of course, being my clumsy self, I snag my tights on the corner of the bedpost. Now, a huge ripped snaked through my right leg.Wow. Real presentable Avery. Well, it's not like I had anybody to dress up for. I throw my hair in a messy knot and rush to catch up with Charlie for breakfast. When I reach her, she just looks at me with a worried glance, "Avery have you slept at all this week?

-To be honest, no. With a capital N.

-Are you okay?"

Charlie's POV

I couldn't help it, I had always wanted to be a pediatrician, I guess it was the motherly side of me coming out. I did really did feel bad about how I had treated Avery but she seemed to brush it off. At least, I thought. She doesn't look too good. Was this my fault? Oh, goodness! What have I done! I had completely screwed over someone who had been nothing but accepting of me. I was going to make things right. Fix Avery.

"Are you okay?", I ask tentatively.

"Ya, why is everyone asking me that. I'm just a light sleeper. I'm fine, just tired." She aggressively responds. I'm shocked by her outburst, but I know when to back off "Alright".

So that was a fail. She always shot everyone down when it came to serious matters. Either brushing them off or cracking a joke. A bad tendency to covering her emotions. I was going to bring those walls down, with a sledgehammer if I had to.

Avery's POV

I hated talking about my emotions. I just felt so fragile when people knew what was in my head. Or my heart, I don't know. I failed anatomy. the worst was when people started grilling me for mushy, broken confessions. I couldn't handle it, nor would I.

I think my pissed off mood scared Charlie. Whatever I did, it worked because she lets it drop.

***

I grab some porridge from the line and head over to look for Chase. I spot him at a table with some guys. Great. More people. I turn away, hoping to find somewhere to eat. ALONE.

"Avery!" I hear in a familiar Aussie accent.

Shit.

I slowly turn to see Chase waving me over. Would it be rude to just walk away...

No it wouldn't. I spin around leaving my tray by the door, and rush out into the cold September air. He places his hands on my shoulders."Hey not so fast babe, I have some people I want you to meet." Turning me around , he steers me back to he breakfast room.

"Really? Someone made friends?

-And she's back!

-When did I leave?"

He puts on this ridiculous girly voice"When did I leave? Oh you know maybe when I avoided my best friend for over a week?"

"Oh, ya... that"

I relax a little in the silence that follows. Taking this opportunity to look around. God were these people bad about being discreet, I laugh overhearing some if the whispers going around

"It looks like she crawled out of a trash can"

"Who do you think does her hair? Probably a troll"

"Did she do her makeup in the dark?"

This last one gets me laughing so hard, I stare right back at the, clearly, very rich and sophisticated girl and yell back "No I'm just a little blind, kinda like you by the looks of that fur coat you have on there."