KYE
Even though it was obvious that Raina wasn’t comfortable with me around, she still spoke up and decided that I wasn’t leaving until I was completely healed. And no one argued, not even her husband.
If she had had her way, I wouldn’t have stepped foot in school again either, but Liam and our teammates had practically staged an intervention at my hospital room door, insisting that I needed to be seen. The school wanted proof that I wasn’t half dead? And my grades had started dipping.
Raina finally gave in, though not before threatening to show up at school herself if anyone so much as landed me a football.
It was strange being looked after that way, having people care whether I ate, slept or took my meds. I had grown up with a different version of ‘care,’ one that came with conditions and consequences, but here… it was simple.
And all the while, my eyes kept drifting to Ava who was quieter than usual, keeping herself busy with chore or her phone, doing anything to avoid looking into my eyes. Every time I caught her looking, she would turn away, pretending to fix the hair or talk to Liam. But I noticed the tension in her shoulders whenever I was near… the distance she was driving between us and I couldn’t blame her.
At the hospital, after she had accused me of having a death wish, I had blurted out an apology I didn’t even know I had been holding and told her that I needed to talk to her alone. She hadn’t let me finish, she just gave me a look and ran away? Leaving my words unfinished and the air cold in her absence.
Liam had moved closer to me after and he had clapped a hand on my shoulder, awkward but honest. “She’s not angry,” he had said. “Just scared.”
Coming from him… the same guy who had once promised to end my life if I even looked at his sister again, meant something. He had changed too or maybe we both had.
Somewhere between lunches, the bullet and family dinners, the rivalry had burned out and it was replaced by something that resembled respect. He even joked about me being his ‘future brother inlaw,’ though I couldn’t tell if it was sarcasm or prophecy. He finally supports our relationship, well that’s if Ava accepts me.
When I was finally discharged, the grahams insisted that I recover at their house. They gave me a spare room that was too warm, too cheap and too kind for someone like me and I didn’t know where to put my hands when Raina showed me around, or how to respond when Alexander offered to move a desk in case I wanted to study.

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