All Chapters of In Love With My Best Friend’s Brother : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

MILEY’S POV By Friday morning, I was already done with the week — and it wasn’t even halfway over. The Miami sun was glaring too bright, the dance studio was too crowded, and every time I thought I’d gotten Jordan out of my head, something managed to drag him back in. A song on the radio. The way some guy laughed in the hallway. Even the scent of his cologne lingering in the studio whenever I arrived after him. It was torture. I was seated at one of the outdoor tables with Liv and Zach, half-listening as they bickered over what smoothie to order. Spencer was running late, which meant I had no buffer from Liv’s chaotic energy. Liv slammed her straw against the table dramatically. “You can’t seriously say strawberry-banana is better than mango-pineapple. That’s just criminal.” Zach smirked, leaning back in his chair. “Criminal? Please. Mango-pineapple tastes like cough syrup. Strawberry-banana is the blueprint.” I let out a small laugh, staring into my half-finished iced coffee.

MILEY’S POV Zach twirled me again, his hand warm against mine as laughter spilled from my lips. The crowd around us cheered when the beat switched, and for the first time that week, I actually felt light. The lights in the room glowed low and gold, the music pulsing deep through the floor. Zach leaned in close, his voice brushing my ear. “See? Told you it’d be fun.” I smiled, breathless. “You’re impossible.” “Maybe. But you’re smiling again.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hide it. He always had that effect on me — the way he could turn the weight on my chest into air with just a joke. Then I caught sight of Jordan across the room. Leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on me. My smile faltered. He looked tense, jaw tight, like he was holding something back. Our eyes met for a fraction of a second, and that was all it took — I felt it again, that stupid, magnetic pull that made my chest tighten. Zach noticed, of course. He always noticed. So, with a sly grin, h

MILEY’S POV (Late night – confiding in Liv) I didn’t sleep much. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him — Jordan — standing in that dim hallway, the faint bass from the party thumping beneath our feet, his voice low and rough when he said my name. And then that text. Because I’m done pretending I don’t care about you. It looped in my head like a song I couldn’t turn off. By the time my phone buzzed again, it was nearly midnight. Liv. LIV: You alive? ME: Barely. LIV: Want me to come over? I hesitated for maybe half a second. ME: Yeah. Fifteen minutes later, she was in my room, wrapped in an oversized hoodie, hair in a messy bun, holding a small box of chocolate doughnuts like it was medicine. She climbed onto my bed beside me, instantly scanning my face. “You look like you’ve been hit by a train full of emotions.” “Accurate.” She raised a brow. “So… what happened? Why do you look like you saw a ghost?” I pressed my palms over my face, groaning. “Because your brother is

JORDAN’S POV (The Next Day – at Scott’s House) Scott’s living room was littered with pizza boxes and game controllers. The faint smell of takeout hung in the air as I slouched deeper into the couch, trying — and failing — to lose myself in the chaos of a video game. But my mind wasn’t cooperating. Every time I blinked, I saw her — Miley — under those studio lights, dancing like the world didn’t exist. Like every emotion she couldn’t say lived somewhere between the rise and fall of her movements. And the worst part? She didn’t even know what she did to me. “Dude,” Scott said from the other side of the couch, snapping his fingers in my face. “You’re about to die again. You even playing?” I glanced at the screen, realizing my avatar had already been blown up. “Whatever,” I muttered, tossing the controller aside. Scott raised a brow. “Okay, what’s going on with you? You’ve been zoning out since you got here.” “Nothing,” I said, a little too quickly. “Right. You only get that mur

JORDAN’S POV (A Few Days Later – The Brooks House) For three days, I’d been pretending I was fine. Pretending Miley’s words didn’t echo in my head every time I closed my eyes. You can’t keep doing this to me, Jordan. I’m done playing whatever game this is. She meant it. And for the first time, I realized how badly I’d pushed her away. I hadn’t gone to the studio. I hadn’t talked to Scott. I hadn’t talked to anyone. But that night, I walked into the house and heard something that stopped me cold — the sound of laughter. Not just any laughter. Her laughter. Liv’s. It came from the hallway. And beneath it, I heard his voice. Scott’s. My stomach turned. I followed the sound slowly, each step heavier than the last, until I reached her door — cracked open just enough to see them. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her hair falling in waves over her shoulders, and Scott was next to her, grinning as he whispered something that made her laugh again. His hand brushed her kne