LOGIN“You chose them over me,” Jules whispered, her voice breaking as Adrian walked away, “and now I’m paying for both our choices.” The bro code was simple: teammates don't touch each other's sisters. Jules Rowan broke it anyway. Adrian Cross was supposed to be her brother's best friend, not hers. The brooding transfer student with eyes and secrets carved into his skin. He was off-limits in every way that mattered. But Jules was tired of being the perfect coach's daughter, so she pursued him. Seduced him and made him break every rule for her. One stolen kiss in the equipment room changed everything. Now her father won't speak her name, her brother wants Adrian's blood, and the entire campus treats her like a disease. She's broke, homeless, and friendless—the girl who destroyed a championship team for selfish love. But the cruelest cut isn't the public humiliation or family abandonment. It's watching Adrian look at her like she's his biggest regret. They say she's getting what she deserves for breaking the bro code. Maybe they're right. But some hearts are worth burning down the world for—even if you're the only one left standing in the ashes.
View MoreAdrian POVI see the commotion from across the quad.Jules is shouting at someone, her voice carrying over the normal campus noise. I'm too far away to hear words, but I can read the fury in her body language.Then she slaps Veronica.The sound cracks through the air, loud and clear."Holy shit," Tyler breathes beside me. "Did Jules just hit Veronica?"Students are pulling out phones, recording. Security is pushing through the crowd. And Jules—Jules looks like she's seconds from completely falling apart."We should go," I say, starting to turn away.But I can't. My feet won't move. I watch security lead both girls away, watch the crowd dissipate with their phones still out, already spreading the video."Man, Jules is really losing it," Tyler comments. "Violence now? That's a new low.""She wouldn't hit someone without reason."Tyler looks at me sharply. "You defending her?""I'm stating facts. Jules isn't violent.""Maybe not before you broke her heart. But people change when they're
Jules POVThe library should be safe. It's always been my refuge—quiet, anonymous, a place where I can disappear into studying and pretend the rest of campus doesn't exist.But Veronica's voice carries across the quad outside the windows."I'm just worried about her, you know?"I freeze in my chair, textbook forgotten. Through the glass, I can see Veronica holding court with a group of sorority girls on the lawn."Jules was always... intense," she continues, her tone dripping with false concern. "Even in high school, she'd do anything for attention. I thought college would help her mature, but clearly not."The sorority girls lean in, hungry for details."What do you mean, anything?" one asks.Veronica glances around like she's making sure no one's listening. But she's positioned herself perfectly—voice loud enough to carry, performance calibrated for maximum impact."I shouldn't say." She pauses for effect. "But there were rumors. About her and other guys on the team. Not just Adrian
Adrian POVThe door to my dorm closes behind me, and I lean against it like it's the only thing holding me up.My hands are shaking. My entire body is shaking.COWARD!Jules' voice echoes through my head, louder than my heartbeat. The raw pain in her scream, the way she looked at me with those hollow eyes.I push off the door and pace my small room. Three steps to the window, three steps back. My roommate is out, thank God. I can't handle witnesses right now.She waited for me in the cold, just to talk to me.And I called what we had a mistake."Fuck!" The word explodes from my chest.I grab the first thing I can reach—my statistics textbook—and hurl it across the room. It hits the wall with a satisfying thud but does nothing to ease the pressure building inside me.She grabbed my jacket. Her hands were freezing, red from cold, shaking so badly I could feel it through the fabric.And I pulled away.My reflection in the room mirror stares back at me. Dark circles under bloodshot eyes.
Jules POVAdrian's dorm building looks the same as it did two weeks ago. Red brick, white trim, students coming and going with their backpacks and coffee cups.But I'm different now. Hollow. Frustrated. Running on fumes and the last shreds of my dignity.I check my phone. 4:47 PM. Adrian's class gets out at five, and he usually heads straight home before evening practice.The cold seeps through my jacket as I settle onto the bench outside his building. October in North Carolina means unpredictable weather—yesterday was warm, today feels like winter came early.I should have worn something warmer. Should have eaten lunch. Should have done a lot of things differently.But I'm here now, and I'm not leaving until he talks to me.5:15 PM. Students stream past, but no Adrian.5:30 PM. My fingers are going numb.5:45 PM. Maybe he went somewhere else. Maybe he saw me waiting and took a different entrance.6:00 PM. I'm shaking now, partly from cold, partly from the reality that I'm sitting out
Jules POVI grab a sandwich and a bottle of water, scanning the crowded room for an empty table. That's when I spot them—a group of football girlfriends and team supporters sitting at their usual prime spot near the windows.Normally, as the coach's daughter and team liaison, I'd be welcome at that
Jules POVEven the university is turning on me. I'm completely, utterly alone. And the worst part? I'm starting to wonder if they're all right if love really was worth destroying everything I've ever known.Outside my window, I can hear normal college sounds. Students laugh as they walk to dinner.
Jules POVThey disappear around the corner, leaving me alone in the hallway with my scattered papers and my relentlessly buzzing phone. The notifications won't stop. Every few seconds, another group chat lights up. Another photo gets shared. Another cruel comment gets posted.I slide down the wall
Jules POV"Show her the photos, Roni," Ethan says, his voice rising through the athletic department hallway.The words hit me, but it's his tone it was deadly calm that makes my blood freeze. I'm standing near Coach Peterson's office, clutching my student liaison folder against my chest."What phot






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