Mag-log inAvery's POVThe corridor had mostly emptied by the time either of us said anything.The students who had slowed down to watch had gone. The ones who had pretended not to watch had gone too. It was just the two of us and the hum of the building and the faint sound of someone's music leaking through a closed classroom door further down the hall. On the floor by the wall there was still a scuff mark from where Zoey's heel had pivoted when she turned and walked away.Liam spoke first."Sorry about that," he said.Not 'I'm so embarrassed' or 'I don't know what's got into her' or any of the ten versions of that sentence that would have made it about him. Just the three words, flat and direct, aimed at me."You don't have to apologise for her," I said."I'm not apologising for her," he said. "I'm apologising for the fact that you were standing there for it."I looked at him. He was looking at the corridor ahead of us, not at me, with the expression he used when something had happened and he
Avery's POVI turned around.Liam was a few steps behind me, jacket on, bag over one shoulder, moving through the thinning corridor crowd with the particular ease of someone who was used to cutting through spaces without bumping into things. He caught up and fell into step beside me without asking if he could."Hey," he said."Hey," I said."Were you just going to walk straight out?""I have a gap before my next class," I said. "I was going to find somewhere to work.""On the project?""Among other things."He nodded, walking alongside me, and for a second it was just that, two people walking down a corridor after a lecture, nothing loaded in it. I had almost convinced myself that was all it was going to be."Can you do this afternoon?" he said. "Instead of Wednesday. I've got something Wednesday evening that's going to run long and I don't want to cut the session short."I thought about it. I had cheerleading practice until four but nothing after that."What time?" I said."Five-ish,
Avery's POVI got to the lecture hall five minutes early and picked a seat on the left side, third row from the back, which was not where I usually sat but was where I sat today because it gave me a clear line to the door and put me far enough from the front that nobody was going to notice what I was doing with my face for the next hour.I did not look for Liam.I got my notebook out and wrote the date at the top of a clean page and looked at the front of the room where the projector was warming up and thought about the outline I had made last night for the project section we still needed to finish. I was very focused and very normal and absolutely not thinking about anything else.Someone sat down two rows in front of me and slightly to the right. I did not look up.The hall filled the way it always did, the noise building gradually and then levelling off as the lecturer came in and people stopped talking. I kept my eyes forward.And then, from the corner of my eye, I felt it.I knew
Avery's POVI got home and sat on my bed and stared at the wall for a while.Not because I had nothing to think about. Because I had too much to think about and none of it was going to sort itself out cleanly no matter how long I sat there, and I knew that, and I sat there anyway.Zoey's voice kept coming back. Not the sharp parts, not the smile or the sarcasm or the way she had looked at me across the table like I was a problem she had already solved. The last part. The quiet part. 'He seems to be in love with that stripper at the club.' Said like a weapon, landing like something else entirely.Because here was the thing. Here was the part I could not outrun no matter how much distance I put between myself and that coffee place.Liam had told me things. He had sat across from me in a library study room and said things that were not controlled, not filtered, not the polished version instead of the honest one. He had told me there were things he was not sure he was allowed to want. He
Avery's POVI did not move.Not immediately. I stood there with my back half-turned and my bag on my shoulder and those words sitting in the air between us like something that had been thrown and had not finished landing yet.'He seems to be in love with that stripper at the club.'I turned around slowly.Zoey was watching me with an expression I had not seen from her yet today. Not the sharp smile or the calculated patience or the thin pleasantness she had been using as a weapon since I sat down. This one was something else. Something almost like she meant it."What did you say?" I said."You heard me.""Say it again," I said. "Clearly."She looked at me steadily. "The performer at Velvet Underground. Scarlett. The one who does the longest sets on Friday nights." She wrapped her hands around her cup. "I watched him watch her last night and I have never seen him look at anything the way he looked at that stage. Not me. Not anyone." She paused. "He is absolutely gone for her."The coff
Avery's POVI looked at her.She looked back at me with that small, certain smile, the one she had been building toward since I walked through the door, and waited.The smart thing would have been to ask. To say 'who' and let her have the moment she had been sitting here engineering for the past hour. That was what she wanted. She wanted me to lean forward and drop the composure and give her the satisfaction of watching me care out loud.I picked up my bag."Good for him," I said.Zoey blinked. Just slightly. "That's it?""What else would you like me to say?""I don't know," she said. "Most people would be a little more curious.""I'm not most people," I said. "And Liam's feelings are not my concern. Whatever he feels for whoever he feels it for is between him and that person and has absolutely nothing to do with me.""You keep saying that.""Because it keeps being true." I adjusted the strap of my bag on my shoulder. "And I'll say it one more time so we're clear. Whatever is going on
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
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 POVI was three blocks from the library and still talking to myself.Who the fuck does she think she is?I kept walking with my hands deep in my pockets and my jaw so tight it ached. I had gone over it three times already and the answer was the same every time. Jade had stood on those steps
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







