ANMELDENAvery's POVHe looked at the lamppost while he answered."Like being handed something I had been wanting and being told I was not allowed to open it," he said. "And the part that makes it worse is that she was not lying or playing games or trying to soften anything. She was just being honest about something she cannot change. There is nothing for me to do about any of it.""It is easier to be angry at someone who lied to you," I said. "When the truth is the wrong answer, there is nothing to do about it. You just have to accept it."He looked at me. "That is exactly the thing I have been failing to do for the last hour.""I'm sorry about that."He shook his head and looked back at the road. We sat for a moment without saying anything more. My body was adapting to the cold now and his shoulder was warm against mine where the jackets touched. I could hear his breathing slow down a little, like the act of saying it all out loud had taken something heavy off him. I did not move. I did not
Avery's POVI read his message twice and put my phone face down on the duvet.Give me five minutes. I had typed it before I had really thought it through, and now I had about four minutes and forty seconds to get downstairs and get into the kind of head where I could sit next to him and listen to him talk about what my alternate persona did to him without my face giving me away.I got up. I pulled the hoodie off the back of my chair and slipped it on over my t-shirt. I tied my hair up, splashed cold water on my face in the bathroom and pressed the towel against my eyes for a second. I looked at the woman in the mirror and decided she would do.Then I went downstairs.The living room television was off now. Dean had finally gone to bed. The hallway was dark and the house was mostly quiet. I unlocked the front door, slipped out, and pulled it gently closed behind me.The night air bit at my face and I pulled the hoodie tighter and went to sit on the top step.I sat with my elbows on my
Liam's POV'Long', she wrote. 'Ran into someone when I got home who I really did not want to deal with.'I did not ask who. She would tell me if she wanted to.'Sorry,' I typed. 'That sounds like a rough end to a rough night.''It is what it is,' she replied. 'Tell me about yours.'I looked at the windscreen and typed. 'I keep going over what she said. I cannot get it to stop playing in my head.''What did she say?''That she liked me too much to give me what I wanted.'The three dots appeared and disappeared twice before her reply came through.'That is a terrible thing to hear', she wrote. 'I am genuinely sorry.''The worst part is I believe her completely,' I typed.'Yes', she wrote. 'That would make it worse.''How do you deal with something like that,' I wrote. 'Honestly.''You do not really,' she wrote back. 'You sit with it until it becomes bearable and then you keep going. That is all I have got, sorry.''That is actually more useful than you think.'I looked at the screen for
Liam's POVI sat in the car for a long time without starting the engine. I reclined my chair a little and just sat there there thinking.The club entrance was visible in the wing mirror, a couple of people going in and the door closing behind them. I watched it for a moment and then looked at the steering wheel. The conversation was still running in my head in full, every piece of it, and I had learned the hard way over the years that driving while my brain was doing that particular thing was not a good idea. So I sat."Get it together," I said quietly to myself in the empty car. The words did not do much, but saying them out loud made me feel slightly less stupid than just sitting there staring at nothing.She said she liked me more than she should. Those were her exact words. And that was exactly why she could not give me what I was asking for.I had turned it over about a dozen times since I walked out of that room and it still sounded wrong. Not because I did not believe her. I di
Avery's POVI drove home just after 2am.The roads were quiet and I kept both hands on the wheel and the radio off. The drive was about twenty minutes and I used all of it trying not to replay the conversation in loops, which worked for about the first five minutes and then stopped working entirely. I kept coming back to one of the last statements he made. When he said my words were the most frustrating thing anyone has ever said to him. I thought about the fact that he was not even wrong. It was frustrating. I knew exactly why it was frustrating and I was the one making it that way. I did not have a better option and it felt kind of awful.By the time I pulled onto my street I thought to myself that I was really just going to sleep it off and I'll be better by morning.If only I knew how wrong I was.The front door was unlocked, which was strange by two in the morning. I let myself in and looked around so I could see if something was wrong.Dean was in the living room. The television
Avery's POVHe stood there for a moment after I said it.He was looking at me and I could see him deciding what to do with what I just said to him. It sounded ridiculous even to me, but it was the truth. I couldn't tell him the truth as Avery and I didn't want to lose him as Scarlett.Then he spoke. "That is the most frustrating thing anyone has ever said to me."He was not angry when he said it. At least he didn't look like he was. But he was not warm either. He just looked, like he said, frustrated."I am sorry," I said. The words came out smaller than I wanted them to."Sorry doesn't really fix it.""I know.""Then why say it at all? What is even the point of any of this?"I had no good answer for that. I had asked myself the same question more than once tonight and I had not come up with an answer.And then he opened the door and walked out.I sat back down in the room for a minute after he left. I did not move. I just sat there with my hands in my lap, looking at the door he had
Avery's POVTwo seconds.The handshake lasted exactly two seconds and I was the one who pulled away first.He let me go without comment, and for a moment after I dropped his hand, he just looked at me. Not the polite, surface-level glance of a person being introduced to someone they do not plan to
Liam's POVI stood at the edge of the field and watched Colton walk back to his side like he owned every inch of ground he had ever stepped on.Tate jogged over and stopped beside me, still catching his breath from the last drill. The drill had been cut short because of Colton's drama. He followed
Avery's POVHe did not answer straight away.I had asked about Jade like I was asking about a random stranger I didn't know. He was quiet as if there was an elephant in the room for a second or two before he picked it up. I lay still and waited and told myself I was just curious, that it was a natu
Liam's POVThe field went quiet as I walked.It didn't go quiet all at once. It spread outward from the point where people first noticed me heading in the wrong direction, one player at a time, a ripple moving through both groups until the whole offence had stopped to stare and the squad on the tra







