LOGINBryson’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 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 phone.Small miracles."Right on time," he said, sliding into the chair across from me. "I'm impressed with myself.""Don't be. Being on time is the bare minimum of human decency.""Harsh." He grinned and opened his advanced chem textbook. "So, what torture have you planned for me today?"I pulled out my notebook, deliberately avoiding eye contact. "We're starting with molecular geometry. VSEPR theory, electron pair arrangements, bond angles.""Right. About that." He leaned back in his chair, looking entirely too relaxed. "Shouldn't we figure out what this competition actually involves first? I mean, we don't even know what we're supposed to be doing."I stopped writing and looked up at him. "W
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 that meant she was planning something.I took my time gathering my own stuff, trying not to grin. When I finally stood up, she was waiting by the door. Arms crossed, eyes blazing, looking like she was ready to tear me apart with her bare hands.It was the most beautiful thing I'd seen all week."We need to talk," she said, her voice deadly calm."Do we?" I asked, shouldering my backpack. "Because I thought you preferred the silent treatment.""Bryson, outside. Now."She walked out of the classroom without waiting for my response, and I followed, trying to keep the satisfaction off my face. She was talking to me. Actually talking to me. After weeks of being ignored, this felt like winning the lo
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 actually my favorite class.""Of course it is. You're probably the only person in the school who likes taking it.""I mean it’s interesting," I said with a smile.Tara rolled her eyes good-naturedly. "You're such a nerd. What about your other classes? Please tell me at least one of them is normal.""History is pretty standard. Mr. Patterson just talks at us for fifty minutes about dead presidents. And Calculus is..." I paused, trying to think of a diplomatic way to describe Mrs. Rodriguez's teaching style. "Challenging.""Challenging as in hard, or challenging as in she's completely insane?""Both."Tara laughed, and I found myself relaxing for the first time all day. This was nice. Normal con







