All Chapters of Falling for My Best Friend's Brother: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Avery's POVMy bedroom was dark except for the light coming in through the curtains from the street outside.Liam had his hands on my waist and I had mine at the front of his shirt. We were standing at the foot of my bed and neither of us was in any hurry. The whole evening was behind us now, the game and the crowd and Zoey and Brianna and all of it, and what was left was just this room and the two of us in it. That was more than enough for right now.I pulled his shirt loose from his waistband and he reached down and pulled it over his head and dropped it on the floor. I looked at him in the low light and thought about the different times I had imagined this exact moment and how thoroughly I had tried to talk myself out of it.He reached for the hem of my kit top. "Can I?"My voice failed me and I just nodded instead.He pulled it over my head and his eyes went over me in the low light with an expression that was open and unhurried and made me feel like someone being seen properly fo

Avery's POVThe doorbell pulled me out of sleep, not gently, not gradually, just suddenly awake and disoriented with no idea where in the morning it was.I lay still for a second. Liam's arm was over me and the room was bright behind the curtains and someone was at my door.I shifted out from under his arm carefully and he stirred slightly but did not wake and I found my robe on the floor where I had dropped it last night and pulled it on and went out onto the landing.The bell rang again."I'm coming," I said to nobody.I went down the stairs with my hair loose and my feet cold on the floor and my brain approximately forty percent operational and thought about who came to someone's door on a Saturday morning without texting first. A delivery, maybe. My mum, possibly, though she usually texted. Jade did not text first. That thought arrived about half a second too late to be useful.I unlocked the door and opened it.Jade was standing on my doorstep.I stood there with my hand on the d

Avery's POVThe message from Coach Vega came through at seven forty-eight on Monday morning.'Come and see me before first period. My office.'No context. No explanation. Just that.I had been standing in my kitchen with my coffee and my kit bag reading it and I had known immediately what it was about. Not because I had been expecting it exactly. Because I had known since halftime on Friday that Brianna going to Vega was not the end of something. It was the beginning of something.I went.The walk to the athletics building took six minutes. I used all of them.Vega's office was at the back of the athletics building, small and functional with a whiteboard along one wall and a desk stacked with schedules and session plans. She was already there when I arrived, sitting behind the desk, and she gestured at the chair across from her and I sat and she looked at me for a moment with the expression she used when she was about to say something she would rather not have to say."I am going to b

Liam's POVColton called the team meeting before the session started.That alone was unusual. Pre-session meetings happened at the start of the week when there was tactical material to cover or after a poor result when Reyes wanted to address performance. We had won on Friday. There was no tactical reason for a team meeting at eight fifteen on a Monday morning before anyone had even started their warm up.Colton stood at the front of the group with his arms crossed and his captain's voice on and I sat in the second row and said nothing and waited to see what he had built over the weekend."We won on Friday," he said. "Good result. Good crowd. Good atmosphere." He paused. "But I want to talk about something that bothers me. And I am going to talk about it now because if it gets to the next game without being addressed it becomes a bigger problem."The room was attentive. Twenty-two players and Reyes standing at the back with his clipboard looking like a man who had been told this was h

Avery's POVLiam was coming out of the athletics building as I was crossing the car park just before ten in the morning.He saw me and I saw him. We both slowed and stopped on the empty Monday morning tarmac. No words were needed. The expressions told both of us everything."Vega," I said."Reyes," he said."Brianna submitted a formal complaint to the athletics director over the weekend," I said. "Three specific points, and a mandatory review of the squad leadership structure for the rest of the season."He looked at me. "Colton called a pre-session team meeting this morning," he said. "He addressed the whole squad about system discipline and freelancing and did not name me once. Tate told me afterward that he had conversations with at least three offensive starters over the weekend individually."We stood there."They did this together," I said."Yes," he said."It is coordinated," I said. "It is not two people separately having problems with us. It is one strategy running on two fro