ANMELDENAvery's POVI read it three times.Each time it said the same thing. 'I went out with Liam tonight. I think we should talk about it. Coffee tomorrow?'I put the phone face down on the nightstand and lay there staring at the ceiling and waited for my brain to produce something useful. But nothing happened. It did not produce anything useful. It produced seventeen different versions of what that text could mean, none of them the same, and all of them at least partially terrible.I picked the phone back up.The text was still there. Short and direct, without any explanation. No indication of which part she wanted to talk about. Just the fact of the evening and the invitation and a question mark at the end of it like the whole thing was simple.It was not simple.I opened the messages and stared at the cursor. I typed, 'Sure, what time works for you?' and then looked at it for a second and deleted it. Too easy. Too much like I had nothing to think about.I typed again, 'Can I ask what thi
Avery's POVI got home just after two o'clock in the morning.The house was quiet. My mum's light was off under her door, which meant she had either gone to sleep early or gone out and not come back yet. I dropped my bag by the door and went to the kitchen and filled a glass of water and stood there drinking it and staring at the wall.The set had gone well. The room had been good, Raven was right about that. On any other Friday I would have come home tired in a clean way, the kind of tired that came from doing something you were good at, and I would have been asleep before one.Instead I was standing in my kitchen at midnight with a full glass of water thinking about Liam leaning forward at that table.I went to my room and changed out of my clothes and got into bed and lay there looking at the ceiling.The calculation in my head started up again the same way it had been since I left the corridor at Velvet Underground. Liam was at the club. Zoey was at the club. I was on the stage in
Avery's POV"I heard them," I replied.Raven unscrewed her water bottle and drank from it and put it back on the counter. She was still in her bar outfit, which meant she had come straight from the floor rather than finishing her shift first, which she only ever did when she had something she wanted to talk about before the information got stale."Two groups," she said. "Girls came in first, maybe four of them. They were already on their second round before the guys showed up." She tilted her head slightly, thinking it back through. "Six guys maybe. Football types, the broad shoulder kind. Loud when they came in but they settled once they found a table."I kept my face still and reached for my makeup wipes."The two groups ended up together," Raven continued. "I don't know if they knew each other or if it just happened the way it does on a Friday. But by the time your set started they were all at the same table near the back left.""Sounds like a normal Friday," I said."Mostly," Rave
Avery's POVI always swept the room during the last part of the set.It was something Raven had told me in my first month at Velvet Underground. 'Know your room', she said. 'Not just the front row. The whole room. You want to know where your energy is landing and where you are losing people.' So I did it every performance, a slow sweep from left to right near the end while my body was doing what it knew how to do and the thinking part of my brain had a spare moment to look around.I was midway through the final routine when I looked toward the far tables.I saw Tate first because Tate was tall and I had seen him enough times outside the club to recognise the shape of him even in low light. He was leaning back in his chair with a drink in his hand and saying something to Flynn, who was beside him.Then I saw Liam.He was at the same table, a little further in, and he was looking at the stage. Not the way people looked at a stage when they were waiting for their turn to talk again. The
Liam's POVZoey was watching the stage. She had not taken her eyes off Scarlett.I still did not answer her.Zoey did not push it. She just kept her eyes on the stage as the last note faded out and the room came back to itself, the crowd noise rising again to fill the space the music had been holding. Scarlett made a bow of thanks, easy and unhurried, and then stepped back from the light and walked off the side of the stage.The room returned to being a club.I picked up my drink and finished what was left of it and looked at the table and waited for the next thing to happen."That was genuinely good," Flynn said, to no one in particular. "Like, properly good.""She does that every Friday?" Kosta said."No idea," Tate said. He was not looking at me when he said it, which I appreciated.The conversation at the table picked up again, moving back toward whatever it had been before the set started. One of Zoey's friends had a story about something that had happened at her seminar that we
Liam's POVThe lights on the stage pulled into a single focused beam.And then she walked out.Scarlett.She was wearing something dark and not too revealing, and her mask was in place the way it always was, the one detail that never changed no matter what else did. She carried herself the way she always did when she came out, like she had already decided where her feet were going before she took the step, like the space was hers and she already knew it.She stepped to the centre of the stage and the room went quieter than I expected a room that size to go.I put my drink down on the table.The music came in, low and deep, and she started to move.I had seen her perform too many times before. I had come to Velvet Underground enough times over the past few months that her set was not new to me. I knew the way she controlled the stage, the way she used the space, the way she never rushed anything and never wasted a movement. I had sat at that bar and watched and gone home and told mysel
Avery's POVFor a moment nobody said anything.Jade stood two steps below us on the library steps with her shopping bag in her hand. I wondered how she knew where we were. Either way, the look on her face was not the quiet, contained version of hurt she had worn all afternoon at practice. This was
Avery's POVBrianna definitely had it coming and I wasn't going to let her get away with making me look bad this time.“I'll see you later.” Priya said and I watched her walk away.I took deep breaths to pace myself before springing into action that definitely would have consequences.I stood at th
Avery's POVI was driving.Jade had offered but I had the keys already and we both knew the real reason was that I needed something to do with my hands on the way to cheer practice that afternoon. She sat in the passenger seat with one earbud in and her chin resting on her hand and she watched the
Avery's POVThe shock on his face was almost satisfying.Almost, because it didn't last as long as I wished so much in my head that it would.Professor Cross touched the side of his face with two fingers like he was checking to confirm what had just happened, and his expression cycled through sever







