MasukBryson’s POVThe thing about playing Mario Kart with Avery was that she took it seriously. Way too seriously.She'd positioned herself on the very edge of the couch, controller gripped tight in both hands, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration. It was the same expression she'd worn as a kid when she was trying to beat me at anything….totally focused, completely determined to win.Some things never changed.I was trying to take it as seriously, but kept getting distracted. It was the way she leaned into the turns like it would actually help her car take the corners better. How she muttered under her breath when she hit a banana peel. The fact that she was wearing my shirt and it was way too big on her, slipping off one shoulder every time she moved.By the time we hit the final lap, I realized I wasn’t even sure where I was on the track. I was going to lose. Not on purpose, exactly. But I wasn't trying as I should have been. She crossed the finish line first and threw her h
Bryson's POV"Bryson Alexander!"The sound of my name being screamed across my bedroom was music to my ears. I hadn't heard those words strung together in so long. I used to avoid it like the plague when we were kids… and now I was actively looking forward to it.Avery was sitting up in my bed, clutching her head like she had the world's worst headache, which she probably did, considering the amount of alcohol Tara had pumped into her last night."You okay," I said, trying not to grin at her obvious misery.She squinted at me through what were clearly very sensitive eyes. "What time is it?""Almost noon.""Crap." She tried to stand up, then immediately sat back down, pressing the heels of her hands against her temples. "Oh God, my head is killing me."I handed her two ibuprofen and a bottle of water from my nightstand. "This should help.""Thanks," she muttered, reluctantly taking the pills and downing them with half the bottle.She was quiet for a moment, clearly trying to piece toge
Third Grade - Fall"You're doing it wrong," Avy said, crouching down next to where I was trying to tie my cleats."I am not.""You are too. Look." She demonstrated with her own sneakers, making perfect loops that actually stayed tied. "Over, under, around, and through."I tried to copy her movements, but my fingers felt clumsy and the laces kept getting tangled."Here, let me." She knelt in the grass and started re-tying my cleats properly. "There. Now they won't come undone when you're running.""Thanks, Avy.""You're welcome. Now show me how to throw the ball again."I picked up the junior-sized football my dad had gotten me for my birthday and demonstrated the grip. "Fingers on the laces, like this. And when you throw it, you want to flick your wrist."She tried to copy me, but the ball wobbled and fell awkwardly to the ground instead of spiraling smoothly."It's harder than it looks," she said, frowning."You'll get it. It just takes practice."We spent the rest of the afternoon i
Bryson’s POVOh crap. She was here.I spotted her the second she walked through the front door with her friend and my entire body went on high alert. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her curves in ways that made my mouth go dry, and her hair was down in soft waves that caught the light every time she moved.She looked incredible. And she was in my house, at my party, looking like that.This was going to be a problem."Babe, you okay?" Brooke's voice cut through my thoughts, and I forced myself to focus on her face instead of tracking Avery's movement through the crowd."Yeah, fine. Just making sure everyone's having a good time."Brooke followed my gaze and I saw the exact moment she spotted Avery. Her expression shifted, becoming sharper, more calculating."Interesting guest list tonight," she said, her voice carefully neutral."Carter invited half the school. You know how these things go."But I could feel Brooke watching me, studying my reaction, and I knew I had to be car
Avery’s POV"Come with me to a party," Tara said, barging into my room without knocking.I looked up from the chemistry textbook I'd been reading, raising an eyebrow at her dramatic entrance. "Hello to you too.""I'm serious. There's a party tonight, and I need moral support.""What kind of party?""Bryson's party. Specifically."I nearly dropped my book. "What? Why would I do that?""Because I'm asking you nicely." She plopped down on my bed, giving me her best puppy dog eyes. "Jake's going to be there, and I think I might finally work up the courage to ask him out. But I need backup.""Tara—""Besides," she continued, her eyes taking on a mischievous glint, "we both know Bryson will be all over you the second you walk through the door. And what better way to mess with Brooke's head than showing up right in front of her face? Does that sound good or what?"The idea should have been appalling. The last thing I wanted was to voluntarily put myself in a situation where I'd have to watch
Bryson’s POVThe tackle came out of nowhere, hitting me low and hard enough to knock the wind out of my lungs. I hit the ground with a grunt, grass stains already forming on my practice jersey."What the hell, Gray?" Carter's voice came from somewhere above me. "Jenkins was wide open on the right. That was an easy pass."I rolled over and sat up, spitting dirt. "I saw him.""Then why didn't you throw to him?"Because I was too busy thinking about Gabriel Castellanos's hands on Avery. Because I couldn't stop picturing her in those bleachers, cheering for someone else, looking at someone else the way she used to look at me."Just missed the window," I lied, pushing myself to my feet.Carter gave me a look that said he wasn't buying it, but he jogged back to his position without another word. Coach Williams, on the other hand, wasn't so easily dismissed."Gray!" His voice boomed across the practice field. "Front and center!"I jogged over to where he was standing on the sidelines, his cl
Avery’s POVThe front door closed behind me harder than I intended, and I immediately heard my parents' conversation stop dead in the kitchen.Crap.I dropped my backpack and pressed my back against the door, trying to get my breathing under control.The hallway whispers had followed me all the way
Avery’s POV"I still can't believe you're taking all advanced classes," Tara said, stabbing her salad with more force than necessary. "Are you trying to kill yourself senior year?"I looked up from my own lunch, a turkey sandwich that I'd barely touched, and shrugged. "It's not that bad. Chem is ac
Avery’s POVI was already seated at the corner table in the library when Bryson strolled in at exactly 3:30, looking annoyingly confident. He'd clearly made an effort. His hair was still damp from what was probably a post-practice shower, and he was carrying actual textbooks instead of just his pho
Bryson’s POVThe second the bell rang, I knew I was in trouble.And honestly? I was looking forward to it.Most of the class filed out in the usual chaos of scraping chairs and chattering voices, but Avery stayed in her seat, methodically packing her things with the kind of deliberate precision tha







