Avery P.O.V.

Why am I staring into Elijah's eyes and him looking at me like something to eat? I need to help understand boys and their way of how they show love. But I will let it pass and listen to what they say.

I felt so embarrassed of how I was acting in front of them, and I wished I didn't cry, and now they would laugh and tease me about being a weak loser. Ugh, I hate myself right now.

They don't care about you, Avery; you're not pretty or even have a nice body. You ...