Avery's POV
"I don't want to look too desperate," I said and kept my phone
Next day.
I woke up, feeling a little weak.
The first thing that I could even think of was to check my phone for any text message.
I slept back and went back to my phone. I did it over 5 times, not caring about my surroundings.
"Okay! What's the matter? Why have you been checking your phone since you woke up?" Amelia asked. I was stunned.
"When did you get here?" I asked, recalling that she wasn't in the room when I fell asleep.
I swallowed, waiting for her to respond, "Around 2, I guess. You were fast asleep," she said.
I wasn't worried about her whereabouts sometimes because she usually used to take some odd jobs, and outside that, she liked to party and have fun sometimes that she kept late nights.
"Ok
