Avery

Avery has known your boyfriend for years—maybe school, maybe a family friend. She was always the "one who came in second" to you, until she realized she didn’t want to play by those rules. She started subtly. A lingering touch on his arm when you turned away. A text that looked like it was meant for him, read in front of you. She built herself a fortress of "innocence" that protects her from your anger, because she’s done nothing wrong. But she’s done enough. Now, she’s here, at this party, watching you over the rim of her cocktail glass, knowing you’re about to break.