FAKE

14

all day i've been in bed. sometimes crying, sometimes thinking, and sometimes eating ice cream that audrey brought over. i'm taking this hit a lot harder than planned. i guess i really liked him.

i licked my lips and stood up from my bed. i decided to clean up the mess i've made today. but first i wanted to clean up myself. i locked my door so that grayson or my mom couldn't come in. but someone knocked on my door for the fourth time tonight. i walked over to the door and unlocked it, and swung it open.

"what," i said once i saw grayson.

"i was just bringing you dinner," he said and showed me the plate. "mom said you should eat."

"i don't want it," i cleared my throat, "i'm not hungry." i said truthfully.

"you can't starve yourself, avery," he said.

"i'm not, i've been eating freaking ice cream all day," i said and showed him my room.

he scanned my room looking at all the icecream tubs lying around., "oh wow... that's a lot of empty ice cream containers."

"i need to clean myself up, and my room, so if you could get out that would be good," i said.

"can i just ask you something?" he asked.

"make it quick," i said.

"who did this to you?" he asked. "joey?"

"none of your business," i said.

"it is my business avery!" grayson said.

"tell me how," i said, folding my arms over my chest and stared straight into his green eyes.

"you're my big sister," he said. "i don't like seeing you hurt."

i sighed and hugged him, it was joey," i said.

"really?" grayson asked and let go of me.

"don't tell mom, okay," i said.

"she thinks that you're getting bullied at school," he said. "i have to tell her, or she's gonna call your principle."

"fine, but i don't want to talk to her now," he nodded then walked back downstairs.

i closed the door behind me, walking into mine and graysons bathroom and pulled out a trash bag. i walked back into my room and closed my door, putting the trash bag on the ground and walked over towards my mirror.

i started by fixing my hair first, and put it into a messy bun. i wiped the mascara that was under my eyes. i started putting some of the cartons into the trash bag. there are at least four cartons here. i'm definitely going to need to go for a run after this. but, i know what you're thinking. i did not eat all of these on my own. audrey, zoey and grace were here and we each ate one. so it's not as bad as it seems.

i licked my lips as i picked up all the tissues and shoved them into the bag. i put the bag outside my door knowing that grayson or my mom would take it downstairs. suddenly, i heard the doorbell go off downstairs. i opened my door and walked down the steps a little, just to see who was here. it was him. what the hell was joey doing here?

"hey mrs-," joey started but luckily, my mom didn't let him in. she just opened the door.

"hello joey, what are you doing here at this hour?" she asked.

"i'm coming to check up on avery, is she here?" he asked.

"one second, i'm going to go check," she said as joey went to step in, but grayson took my mom's place and joey backed up. my mom saw me at the top of the stairs, but she came up anyway.