LOGINAvery's POVI couldn't bear to stay inside my house doing nothing anymore, especially as Jade, and Liam, who I would usually be with after game days weren't talking to me.I decided to go back to school to catch up on some of my academic work. I ran into Ethan on the way, which was not our usual arrangement."I was hoping I would catch you," Ethan said."You did catch me. I have fifteen minutes before my next thing.""I do not need fifteen minutes," he said. "I need about thirty seconds and then you can go."I looked at him. "Go on.""I want to take you for coffee properly," he said. "Not the campus shop where we happen to end up because we are both there anyway. An actual place. Saturday evening. Seven o'clock. There is a café on Milton Street that does not close at nine like everywhere else on this campus does."I did not say anything.He noticed the pause. "You do not have to answer right now," he said. "I know that is a different question from are you at the coffee shop today.""
Liam's POVWe won by ten points.It wasn't because the other team was weak. But because Tate played the best game of his season on the offensive line and gave me time I had not had in the last three games and I used every second of it. By the final quarter we had built something the other team could not recover from.I walked off the field, went to the changing room, took my helmet off, and looked at the floor.It was a good win. The kind that felt clean all the way through rather than scraped together at the end. I should have felt what I usually felt after good wins, which was the physical satisfaction of doing a hard thing well. I felt it though. It was there, beneath everything else. It was just not the loudest feeling in the room.The rest of the team came in around me and the changing room became the usual noise of a win. Relief and laughter and someone's music and the release of men who had been locked inside a game for ninety minutes and were now allowed to be normal again.I
Avery's POVGerald was behind the counter when I came in after my class. I wanted to wait till after the game to go to him, but I have some free time before the game and decided to go over.He looked up and said, "There she is," which was a good sign of a possible positive response."Pat said you were back Monday.""Yea I took a few days and was back by Monday," he said. "I had a week off. My back." He straightened slightly to demonstrate it. It looked mostly right. "Pat said you came in. Said you asked about paid hours.""I did. I need to talk to you about it properly if you have ten minutes.""Yes of course I do," he said. He came out from behind the counter, took the chair across from me, and put his hands flat on his laps the way he did when he was prepared to listen. "Talk.""I lost my other job," I said. "The one I was doing at the club. It is done. The income is gone and I have not replaced it. I have bills due in three days and I am three hundred dollars short." I kept my voic
Avery's POVI was venting inwards about what happened earlier that day.Long before the game time, I had seen something that made my blood boil. I was three minutes late to my lecture that morning. I had taken the shortcut through the main campus path because it was faster and I was thinking about Sandra and the numbers on the piece of paper and nothing else.That was why I did not see them until I was already close.Liam and Zoey were standing near the steps outside the humanities building. Not at a distance. Up close, in the easy middle ground of a morning exchange, the kind of distance two people kept when they had stopped thinking about how they looked together.I slowed. Not stopped. I kept moving, slower.Zoey was talking. She had her bag over one shoulder and she was looking up at him and saying something I could not hear from this distance and her face settled in the easy way of a conversation about something small. Not intense. Not trying to be anything.Then she reached up.
Avery's POVIt was Friday and that meant one thing. Game day.I arrived at the stadium at one thirty for a three o'clock kickoff, stood outside the tunnel entrance with the cold on my face and my squad behind me, and thought about nothing at all for about thirty seconds.Then Mia asked, "Ready?" and I said yes and we went in.The changing room was the same one we had used all season, the one down the left corridor with the radiator that worked too well and the mirror that showed you slightly taller than you were. I changed and tied my hair and checked the formation cards one more time even though I knew them."Avery." Priya appeared at my shoulder. "There is a photographer from the campus paper outside.""I know.""He has been there since we arrived," she said."I know that too. Leave it.""Do you want me to say something to him?" she asked."No. He has every right to be here. We do our jobs and we let everyone else do theirs."She nodded and went back to getting ready.Mia caught my
Avery's POVGerald had not called me yet. It was nearly one week now.I had spoken to Pat on Friday. She had said talk to Gerald on Monday. Monday had come and gone and it was now Thursday evening and the numbers in my banking app had not improved and the mortgage payment was due in four days.I was at the kitchen table with my laptop open and the numbers on the screen. I had a piece of paper where I had written the same sum three different ways trying to find an arrangement that worked. There was none. Three hundred and twelve dollars short regardless of the order.I did not hear my mum come down the stairs. I only knew she was there when she pulled out the chair across from me and sat down and looked at the paper on the table with the expression she had when she was deciding whether to say something."How long have you been at that?" she asked."A while."She looked at the numbers, then at me. "You forgot to eat again.""I had something.""What did you have?""Toast.""That is not a
Liam's POVShe looked at me like the question was either a foolish one or that I was foolish to ask it."Of course I like you," she said. "That is not the issue."I was glad to hear that she at least liked me, but I was still frustrated by the situation. "Then what is the issue? Because from where
Liam's POVIt started when she began to dance.Up until that point the evening had been exactly what I had planned it to be. Good food, good conversation, the kind of easy back and forth that told you something real about a person. Avery across a diner table with a coffee and an argument about data
Liam's POVI got to the café early on purpose. I was always early for our meetings anyways, but I put some extra effort into today's meeting. I needed to do some things that could make her say yes to going out with me the next time I asked.I ordered her coffee because I had noticed her order two s
Avery's POVI was honestly shocked that Liam didn't say anything to me after I rejected his offer to have drinks with him for the second time. He didn't even try to convince me. He just left me standing there, wondering if I should have said yes instead.We had a meeting the next day for our projec







