Everyone had eventually finished their plates and left the table, joining each other in the living room. Some of them gave me sympathetic looks before leaving and a few didn't notice that I was sitting tensely with Aaron staring my ass down.

I was looking at my food, noticing the burning glare from Aaron progressively getting worse the longer I avoided him.

The more I focused on my food, the more it seemed to taunt me, mock me for everything, and shame me for not being good enough. I felt my cheeks start to heat up and I tilted my head down, my hair shielding my face.

Aaron must've figured I wasn't going to look back at him since he voiced out quiet but rather dominantly, "Avery come to my office after you finish your food."

After he knew his statement had reached me he stood up slowly, keeping his eye trained on me, then made his way to the kitchen to dispose of his plate in the sink and eventually leaving.

His words rang through my head, 'after you finish your food.'

I didn't want to eat though. I could hear the conversations in the other room, not that I paid attention to any. Most of them circled around the thought of Anthony.

I decided to just get up and quickly throw away the food then get the talk over with. I felt horrible for wasting such good food but I don't think I could stomach it.

After I scraped the remainders of it all into the trash can, I set my plate into the dishwasher like the others had then prepared to see Aaron.

I walked to his office, ignore the confused stares of the others. His office door was dark and rich looking wood with a white frame unlike the other, lighter and dull doors.

My heart was racing as I lifted my arm that seemed to get heavier and heavier by the second, my breathes shorter as well.

I knocked on the door, a pit growing in my stomach. Why the fuck was I so nervous? It's just a talk.

Aaron's voice rang out from the room, alerting me.

"Come in"

I cautiously opened the door, entering then quietly closing it behind me. Aaron was standing over his desk, looking at a laptop before closing it then looking up to me. He sighed and motioned me to sit in the seat in front of his desk.

I moved over and slowly sat in it, feeling my hands getting sweater by the second, my heart still racing and my face blushing in shame. I was afraid of being in trouble with people more intimidating, thus back when I first arrived here on my first day Brandon didn't scare me in the least. Aaron, on the other hand, is probably one of the most unnerving types of people. You never know what he'll do unless he's done it before.

He looked at me, and I stared down at my hands. My thumbs fiddling with each other.

"Avery." He called quietly, obviously wanting me to look up and be in eye contact with him. I refused and continued to stare at my hands, noticing little scars and peeling skin on them from the number of times I would bite my fingers.

"Avery," He called again, his voice deeper this time sending little tingles down my spine, "Look up at me."

I hesitated, unmoving for a moment then finally but slowly looked up at him. His eyes burning into mine then they softened a bit.

"What's going on? Are you feeling ok?"

I looked back down and nodded, "I'm fine, just not very hungry."

He looked heavily unconvinced and replied quietly, "What were you thinking about earlier this morning...?"

Did he actually think I would tell him? I barely know anyone here. I wasn't comfortable sharing the fact that I'm not proud of my body or myself in any way shape or form to anyone. I moved my focus onto my knees, scratching at the skin because I was wearing shorts. They became more agitated the more I messed with them.

He let out a sigh finally figuring out that I wasn't going to give him much information. Only, the sigh was cut short by an odd sound from the room next to us. A really high pitched and loud moan.

I looked up and at the wall then looked back at Aaron to see his reaction. He was looking at the wall as well but his facial expression was almost to die for. He looked super embarrassed but also really fucking horny. Like he was almost constipated, but biting his lip while preparing to fuck someone hard.

If I were to be honest, after we heard that moan I think he tried to cover his crotch discreetly a few times making me blush before he excused me to go do something else.

I left the room confused and started to head to my own room, the talk between Aaron and I out of my head. Now it was replaced with the thought of what the actual fuck was going on in that room?

I seriously think this place isn't made to "correct" anyone.

On my way back to my room, I bumped into Anthony. His hair was wet and he had a towel placed on his shoulder so I assumed he had just taken a shower.

He was wearing a loose tank top with some runner shorts which were moderately revealing, not that I was really complaining though. This place was swarming with testosterone, and unfortunately, I coincidentally just happen to be sexually attracted to people with testosterone.

He smiled at me before stretching, exposing his toned stomach. I stared at it, feeling a twitch from somewhere down there and he seemed to notice as I blushed brightly.

I was wearing light gray shorts and a hoodie, but he looked down before I could cover it up properly in time with the pocket of my hoodie. My blush darkened as he smirked then gently brushed his hand onto my chest, dragging it down.

Then he leaned into my ear, "Got a little problem I see?" I gulped.

"Want some help?"