LOGINAvery's POVA server came by and Zoey ordered another coffee without asking if I wanted anything. I did not ask for anything either. I was not staying long enough to need it."So," Zoey said, folding her hands on the table with the composed look of someone chairing a meeting they had called. "Last night.""Last night," I said."You know Liam was there.""I know he goes out with Tate sometimes," I said. "It's a small city.""He goes there a lot actually," she said. "Velvet Underground." She watched my face when she said it, carefully, the way she had been watching it since I sat down. "Did you know that?""I don't keep track of where Liam goes on weekends," I said. "We're project partners. Not joined at the hip.""Right." She smiled. "Of course."That smile was doing a lot of work and none of it was friendly. I had seen that smile before, at the project session, right before she said something designed to land badly. I kept my expression easy and waited."He watched the whole performan
Avery's POVZoey sent the venue at seven forty-two in the morning.A coffee place near the university. Ten o'clock. No pleasantries, just the name and the address, the way you texted someone you were summoning rather than inviting.I read it, put the phone down, and went back to staring at the ceiling.The thing about Zoey was that she was not stupid. She had never been stupid. She was the kind of person who collected information quietly and then used it at the moment it would do the most damage, and I had known that about her since she came here to my town, before last night. Jade had said it plainly. 'She knows more than she is letting on.' Which meant this coffee was not a coffee. It was an interview. And Zoey had already decided what the answer was before I walked through the door, and everything she was going to say across that table was going to be designed to confirm it.So the question was not whether to go. The question was what going said about me.If I showed up, I was some
Avery's POV"I need you to listen to something," I said.There was a rustling sound on Jade's end, the kind that meant she was sitting up and pulling herself properly awake. "Okay," she said. "Go ahead."I read her the text. All eleven words of it, exactly as Zoey had sent them. Then I stopped and waited.There was a pause on the other end of the line. Not the kind where someone was thinking of something to say. The kind where someone had already thought of something and was deciding how much of it to give."Jade," I said."I heard you," she said. "I'm thinking.""It's almost three in the morning. I've been staring at this text for twenty minutes. I need you to think faster."Another pause, shorter this time. Then Jade said, "Did she finally find out if Liam has feelings for you?"I pulled the phone away from my ear for a second and looked at it, then put it back. "What?""I'm asking if that's what this is about," Jade said. "She went out with him tonight. Something happened. And inst
Avery'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 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







