All Chapters of In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Jordan’s POV From where I was leaning against the mirrored wall, every laugh that left Miley’s mouth with Zach hit me like a flicked match. She was still laughing from that stupid peck on the cheek. I wanted to rip the smirk off his face. Then, like clockwork, a tall brunette slinked up to Zach — Alana, the one who’d been blowing up his phone for weeks. She rested her hand on his arm and purred something I couldn’t hear over the music. Zach barely looked at her. He just shook his head politely and took a step back, but she persisted, tugging him toward the center of the floor. Miley’s smile slipped a little as she watched the scene unfold. Oh. Interesting. I pushed off the wall and crossed the space between us, every step calculated. When I reached Miley, I lowered my voice so only she could hear. “Looks like your new partner’s already got a fan club,” I murmured, nodding toward Alana dragging at Zach’s sleeve. “You sure you wanna compete with that, darling?” She shot me a gla

Miley’s POV I tried to focus on my tray, but I felt them coming before I saw them. The cafeteria noise dimmed in my ears, like my body already knew I was about to be tested. “Hey, darling.” Jordan’s voice slid over my shoulder as he stopped at our table, just long enough to make it look casual. “Saw you in rehearsal . Cute footwork.” His mouth quirked. “You still turning left instead of right on the last count?” My head snapped up. “I didn’t—” Alana leaned in from behind him, her smile all sugar and teeth. “Actually you did, Miley. It’s on the and-eight. The turn is to the right. You were facing the wrong corner.” Heat shot up my neck. “Thanks for the unsolicited feedback,” I said tightly. Alana’s laugh was light but pointed. “Just trying to help. We’ve got a performance coming up and one mistake can throw the whole line off.” Jordan cocked his head, eyes glinting with something sharper than amusement. “You heard her, darling. Don’t wanna make the golden girl stumble.” Liv st

Jordan’s POV I caught sight of her at her locker before she saw me. Hair pulled up in a messy knot, one headphone dangling from her ear, her head bent as she shoved books into her bag. She looked normal. Like nothing happened. Like I hadn’t cornered her last night and kissed her until my heart forgot how to beat. I shoved my hands into my pockets, rolling my shoulders back. If she could act like it was no big deal, then so could I. That was the rule — never let them see you sweat. “Morning, darling,” I drawled as I strolled up, leaning against the locker beside hers like I owned the hallway. “Sleep well?” She startled, glancing up at me. Her expression flickered — for just a second — like she remembered too. Then she rolled her eyes and yanked her locker shut. “What do you want, Jordan?” I smirked, masking the thud in my chest. “Relax. Just checking in. You looked a little… rattled last night. Thought maybe you needed a friendly face today.” “I’m fine,” she muttered, stepping si

Jordan’s POV She turned on her heel and walked off, her sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor. For a moment I just stood there, leaning on the wall like an idiot while the echo of her voice still rang in my head. I wasn’t used to people snapping back at me. I wasn’t used to people looking me dead in the eye with tears in theirs and telling me I was making their life worse. And I definitely wasn’t used to seeing a girl who’d spent weeks firing off comebacks at me suddenly fold in on herself like that. I dragged a hand down my face and swore under my breath. What the hell was I doing? I’d walked her out here planning to tease her until she cracked, maybe pull another half-smile out of her, maybe push her just far enough that she’d admit she was jealous. It was supposed to be a game — the same game I’d played with a hundred other girls who never got close enough to matter. But hearing her spill about her dad, about moving, about not feeling at home anywhere… it hi

Miley’s POV I stared at the door long after Jordan had gone, my heart hammering like I’d just run laps. The little coffee spoon in my hand was shaking against the cup. Beside me, Zach broke into a slow grin. “Okay… I know you said ‘absolutely nothing,’ but that was definitely something.” I forced a laugh and took a sip of my drink, hoping he couldn’t see how flushed my face felt. “It wasn’t. He’s just… Jordan. Always in everyone’s business.” Zach leaned his elbows on the table. “Uh-huh. And you, totally out of nowhere, tell him we’re on a date? That was bold.” I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “I panicked. He was giving me that…look. The one that makes you feel like you’ve been caught doing something wrong.” He chuckled. “Could’ve fooled me. For a second there, I thought you actually wanted to date me.” I peeked at him through my fingers, relieved to see he was joking. “Don’t flatter yourself,” I muttered, but the corner of my mouth betrayed me with a tiny smile. Za