All Chapters of In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Miley’s POV By the time morning rolled around, I’d barely slept. My math homework sat unfinished on my desk, and every time I closed my eyes I saw Jordan’s face — the smirk, the way his eyes had gone dark when he’d stepped into the hallway, the low way he’d said darling before he left. I tugged my hoodie over my head and trudged over to Liv’s house, still replaying it all like a bad movie. She opened the door before I even knocked twice. “You look like you fought a raccoon last night,” she said, raising a brow. “Thanks,” I muttered, brushing past her into her room. “I had… an eventful evening.” Liv followed me in, shutting the door. “I heard banging and voices from across the street. Was that you and Jordan?” I flopped face-first onto her bed with a groan. “Ugh. Don’t even say his name.” She sat beside me, clearly trying not to laugh. “Okay, but now you have to tell me. What happened?” I rolled onto my back and covered my eyes with my arm. “I may or may not have… thrown someth

Miley’s POV By the time the final bell rang, I was still vibrating from the fight with Jordan. My stomach felt tight, my hands kept balling into fists around my phone. I’d barely been able to finish my fries in the library after he stormed out. The nerve of him—teasing me in front of everyone like that and then acting like I’m the problem. I shoved my books into my bag, ignoring Liv’s texts for now. I needed to cool off before I said something stupid. The hallway to the dance studio was quiet except for the muffled beat of music leaking from under the door. I slipped inside, inhaling the familiar smell of resin and polish. The studio was bright with mirrored walls and the floor was warm under my socks. Someone was already moving in the center of the room — a boy about my age, tall and wiry with brown curls falling into his eyes. He was running through a contemporary routine with such ease it made me stop in my tracks. His movements were sharp and then fluid, like he was pouring em

Jordan’s POV From where I was leaning against the kitchen doorway, the whole party was just a blur of faces, music, and bad perfume — but my eyes had zeroed in on one point like a laser: her. Miley. She was in the middle of the living room with Zach, moving like she didn’t have a care in the world. Laughing. Hair flying. That little black dress I’d only glimpsed before now clinging to her like it had been made for her. I told myself I didn’t care when she walked in. That it didn’t matter who she came with. That she could hang off Zach’s arm all she wanted. But the longer I watched them, the harder my jaw clenched. Zach spun her again and she tipped her head back laughing — and that sound, that look on her face, hit me right in the gut. Like a sucker punch. She’d never laughed like that at anything I’d said. Not once. Scott was saying something to me on my right, but I didn’t hear a word. My grip on my cup tightened until the plastic crumpled. “You good, man?” Scott asked somewh

Miley’s POV “Jordan, move.” My voice came out steadier than I felt. I clutched the door handle but he was still there, eyes dark, breathing uneven. He took a step closer. “You don’t get it, do you?” His tone was low, almost rough. “You show up, you get under my skin, and then you parade around with Zach like it’s nothing—” “I’m not parading anything!” I snapped, shoving at his chest. “I’m just trying to have a life here. I didn’t ask for you to notice me, Jordan.” His jaw tightened. “Too late,” he muttered. My pulse jumped. “Move. I’m leaving.” For a second he just stared at me, like he was trying to decide something. Then his hands came up—not rough, but tentative—landing on either side of the door frame, caging me in without touching. His face dipped close, his breath warm with a faint trace of whiskey. “Don’t go,” he said quietly. “I’m not doing this,” I whispered. My heart was hammering now. His eyes flicked down to my mouth, and for one terrifying moment I thought he wa

Miley’s POV The bell rang somewhere down the hall, but I couldn’t move. My palms were damp against my books; my heart was still sprinting like I’d run a marathon. Jordan’s cologne clung to the air long after he left, and my lips tingled with a kiss that never actually happened. He said it was a mistake. He wouldn’t actually kiss me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and slammed my locker shut harder than necessary. “Jerk,” I muttered under my breath, trying to will the heat out of my cheeks. By the time I made it to the dance studio, the familiar scent of wood polish and chalky rosin was a relief. Zach was already there, stretching at the barre, his dark curls falling into his eyes. “Whoa,” he said as soon as he saw me. “You look like you just had a duel or something. You okay?” I forced a smile and dropped my bag by the wall. “Yeah. Just a long morning.” Zach raised an eyebrow but didn’t push, handing me a water bottle. “C’mon. Let’s warm up. Dance cures everything, right?”