Mag-log inAvery's POVNikki was standing in the corridor.She was the absolute last person I wanted to see right now.She was not performing or getting ready, not doing any of the things people did in the back corridor of the Velvet Underground before a show. She was just standing there with her arms folded and a drink in one hand and the expression on her face of someone who had been waiting.I stopped when I saw her."Twenty minutes," she said."I know," I told her. "I got held up.""Held up." She looked at me the way she looked at everything, like she was already ahead of whatever you were about to say and was just waiting for you to catch up. "You look like someone who got held up on purpose," she replied."I had a transport situation," I told her. "It is sorted now. I am here.""You are twenty minutes late," she said. "In this place, twenty minutes is equal to a lot of money." She tilted her head. "Where were you?" she asked."I told you," I replied. "Transport.""Your car broke down?" she
Avery's POVWednesday came the way all days I was not ready for came, which was exactly on time and completely indifferent to whether I had figured anything out.Liam picked me up at half past five. I had my bag, my jacket, the expression I used when I needed to look like everything was fine. He was in a good mood the way he often was after a football training session that had gone well, easy and warm, talking as he drove about something Tate had said on the field that afternoon. I sat in the passenger seat and laughed at the right moments, watching the streets go past the window and thinking about the route he was taking and whether it was taking us anywhere near my real job, the Velvet Underground.It was not. He was going directly to Crestwood Community Centre. Of course he was. He was a man who had offered to drop his girlfriend off at work and was doing exactly that. There was nothing suspicious about the route he was taking. I was the suspicious one, mapping everything, calcul
Avery's POVWe had been on the sofa for two hours and it was the kind of evening that asked nothing from either of us.By some miracle my mum was home today, even though she was upstairs. She had been sneaking off to see that douchebag Dean ever since I kicked him out. She thought I didn't know, but I did. I just didn't care, as long as she didn't being his crazy ass back home.Liam had his feet on my coffee table and I was half sitting against him with a textbook open in my lap that I had not read a single page of, because reading was significantly harder when someone kept turning to say things to you and you kept choosing to respond instead. We had been talking about nothing in particular for most of the evening and it was the kind of nothing that felt like something, the way it always did when two people had gotten comfortable enough with each other to not need a reason to talk.We had covered his Thursday training session and a film we had both seen it the other three years ago an
Liam's POVI did not say anything on the walk to the car.Not because I had nothing to say, but the opposite. I had too much of it and I needed to let it settle before I opened my mouth, because some of what I was feeling was the kind of thing that came out wrong if you said it before you understood exactly what it was.What I had watched in that establishment had done something I had not prepared for. I had gone in bracing for something ordinary, a way to understand what she had been keeping and why, and what I got instead was several hours of watching someone be completely herself in a room where nothing was required of her. That was harder to know what to do with.Avery walked beside me and she did not push for words, and that was one thing I needed now. I needed to be in my head for a few minutes.She looked different after a shift than she looked anywhere else. Not tired exactly, more like something had been put down. The held-back version of her that operated at the athletics co
Avery's POVI was with him on Saturday morning, two days after we made up.I sat across from him at his kitchen table with my coffee and told him, "If you still want to come and see where I work, I will take you on Thursday."He looked at me over his mug. "Yes?""I have a shift Thursday evening," I told him. "But I have one condition.""What condition?" he asked."You do not make fun of me."He put his mug down and the expression on his face was so genuinely offended that I almost laughed. "Avery. When have I ever made fun of you for anything?""You have not," I replied. "And I need you to keep that record going.""Deal," he said. "Thursday."Thursday came faster than I wanted it to.I had texted Gerald, a staff at the community kitchen on Tuesday to ask if I could come to volunteer as usual. I had called him on Wednesday to explain the situation. I said my boyfriend did not know I volunteered, but he thought I rather worked there. I also asked if he could please not correct that if i
Avery's POVI raised my hand to knock on his door.But it opened before my knuckles touched it.Liam was standing in the doorway with his jacket on and his keys in his hand. We both stopped at exactly the same moment, him in the act of stepping forward and me in the act of stepping forward, close enough that if either of us had moved another three inches we would have walked into each other.He looked at my face.I had washed it in the kitchen sink but I knew from the cold tight feeling around my eyes that the evidence of the last forty minutes was still visible. I did not try to hide it."Please," I told him. "Just hear me out. That is all I am asking. Hear me out and then if you still want to leave I will step aside and I will not say another word."He looked at me with his jaw tight and the expression of a man who had already made a decision and was being asked to unmake it."Liam." My voice cracked slightly and I let it. I was not managing this. Not tonight. "Please."He looked pa
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 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
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 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







