Avery slowly shook his head. Around it was a soft pillow. He wiped his eyes with his hands. He quickly reached and turned off his alarm clock. It was always annoying. He hopped out of bed, and headed across his room. Suddenly, his feet were stopped by something on the ground. He stopped moving, and walked around his K-Swiss shoes that were there. Recently, he changed his style up. He still wore a lot of Fubu, but Southpole and Sean Jean, and maybe some Karl Kani on the side. I walked, half-asleep, over to his stairs, and let them down to the second floor. His dog, loyal and much bigger than last year, sat at the side of the steps, waiting for him to come down. When he let the stairs down, the dog was awakened from his sleep, and quickly ran up the stairs. Avery shook his dog a little bit, and let him past. He walked into the bathroom, took his shower, and hopped out.
The dream involving Jenna had occurred a month prior, and yet, Avery was having trouble releasing himself from it. There was only one week remaining in Senior Year, and still, the dream he had about Jenna was fresh. For some reason, it continued to run through his head. Avery could remember especially how good Jenna felt, even though when he woke up, he was in the Chorus room with Erin. The feeling of Jenna's hot body on his made him almost fall back into depression. Jenna and Avery no longer spoke to each other. When he did see her, he often tried to say something, but because of his former lust for her, it's hard to even look her in the face. He never actually had feelings for her, he realized. He just wanted to have sex with her, and that's about it. He did, however, want her as a friend. It was no dream that he had asked her out twice before, and both times he had been turned down. Things were different now. Avery had lost a lot of weight, put some muscles on, and got serious about writing music. Senior year was about to end, and he would be a high school graduate soon. He wore a white Snoop Dogg short set. He ran out of the house, his bookbag on his back, and unlocked the doors to his new Infinity with his remote. He threw his bookbag on the passenger seat, and started driving away to school. Images of Jenna's naked body continued to play through his mind. He couldn't help but think about the way her lips felt pressed against his; her body thrashing on his as she had that single incredible climax. He shook his head as the light turned green. His obsession with Jenna had ended almost and abruptly as their conversation.
Avery knew that truly, there was one girl he loved, Sara. He had spent four years as her friend, and he couldn't deny the fact that his heart still skipped beats when she was around. Sara returned, soon after all the pain and strife, to being his friend. There was less physical embrace as there was when the two of them were younger, but it didn't bother him. He did admit that she felt so wonderful in his arms, but he wouldn't let his mind wander past that point. Avery was unaware whether or not Jessica was dating someone new, but that particular part of the dream hit him as he prepared to turn onto the strip. She and he had become stronger friends since they kissed. He almost did a song with her, that is, until she lost her voice, and Avery ended up doing a duet with Alina for the final Chorus concert of the year.
"Avery!" someone called from behind him. He knew that voice all too well. He turned around to see Jenna speedily walking toward him. His apathetic attitude erased from his face, and found refuge in his mind as he faked a smile, and responded back to her.
"Hey Jenna," he said in his low, half-boy, half-man tone.
"How are you?" she asked, walking beside him. Avery didn't look her in the face, just continued to look forward, an improvement from the past.
"Pretty good, I guess. I'm a little tired." He always said he was tired, even if he wasn't.
"Aw. I'm sorry. How's French going?"
"Boring without you or Sara. I miss you guys a lot," he said. He actually wasn't certain if he missed her or Sara, but saying it would make her think as though he did. Browny points for him.
"Aww! That's so sweet." She grabbed his arm and squeezed it against her head. It was her signature embrace. He had become accustomed to it, but this one was different. He could feel something hidden deep within her. His instincts had matured over the years in high school, and very seldom were they wrong.
"So, what else is going on?" he asked, trying to shake the feeling off.
"Nothing much, just happy that AP exams are over."
"Yeah, me too. Listen, I'm staying after school to practice singing. Why don't I give you a ride home and you can listen to me sing," he offered. It just flowed from his mouth. With just a few simple words he had betrayed everything he would made status quo about Jenna.
"Sure, why not. I have nothing else to do for once," she answered. It was a hurried response, almost as if she were excited by the very words.
Avery sat in Chorus class. It was about twenty minutes until the class was to end, and decided that he had had enough of being bored. He packed his stuff, and left the classroom. The hallway was long, with some kind of ramp towards the bathrooms and the other hallways. It was one he had traveled many times before, so it didn't bother him. As he approached his French class, he decided to sneak a peek inside. Things looked pretty boring in there. He knocked on the door, and walked in. He was warmly accepted by Sara, who always opened her arms to give him a hug. It was like a tradition not to be broken. It was so much so that when they saw each other and didn't hug, it felt unusual. Avery kept his eyes open, and saw Jenna standing with his French teacher, Mme. Renee. She was holding a piece of paper and smiling. Her smile always made Avery melt inside.
"What's up babe?" Sara asked. Avery wondered what made him so popular in her eyes that his name could be replaced by such euphemisms as babe or baby, but he didn't care. Why wonder?
"Nothing, just came by to bring some color to the class, that's all," he said. He enjoyed the fact that he was one of the only black students taking French IV. Jenna finished talking with Mme., and with that, he walked on over to her, being as smooth as he possibly could. He gave her a hug tightly, squeezing her around her waist. She closed her eyes, remembering how good it actually felt to be held. She let him go, but Avery kept his arms around her waist, keeping her close to him. Her smile stayed on her face, a hint of excitement added on by the way Avery was holding her. She liked it.
"What's going on?" he asked her with a sly smile on his face
"Nothing. I'm looking forward to hearing you later on today. You better not disappoint me."
