All Chapters of Royalty College : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I jogged back to the gym, sweat still clinging to my face from the laps. My legs felt heavy, I was still breathing hard, I stood at the door trying to calm by breathing before coach sees I'm breathing carelessly As I stepped inside, the familiar scent hit me—sweat, leather, and that faint smell of disinfectant Coach always used on the mats. The rhythmic thud… thud… thud of gloves pounding a heavy bag echoed from the corner, followed by short, sharp grunts from the boxers. Skipping ropes slapped against the floor in a steady beat, and somewhere in the back, someone was groaning through push-ups. But my eyes locked on someone I’d never seen before. A new recruit? Maybe. But then I noticed he was wearing someone else’s gym gear. I slowed my pace, curiosity building. He wasn’t warming up—just standing there with his arms crossed, eyes locked on me. The kind of stare that tries to size you up… or break you down. “Collins!” Coach’s voice snapped me out of it. “Your sparring partner f

“Uncle, the door’s open… and it doesn’t seem like there’s anybody inside,” I said, my voice low and suspicious. “Maybe your dad’s in his room. Let’s go in,” my uncle replied, stepping through the doorway first. I hesitated for a moment, then followed. The second I stepped in—pop! My heart jumped into my throat. The sound was sharp enough to freeze me in place, and I dropped to the floor in pure fear. For a split second, I thought I’d been shot. Then I heard laughter—my dad’s deep chuckle mixed with the maid’s giggles—from the corner. My eyes darted over and saw my dad holding a party popper, colorful confetti still fluttering down around us. It hit me instantly—it wasn’t a gunshot at all, just my dad being his mischievous self. The scare had been so unexpected that it felt ten times more terrifying than it should have. My cheeks burned red with embarrassment. “You should’ve seen your face!” my uncle gasped between laughs, holding his stomach. “You’re in on this too?” I asked, na

Royalty College was massive, grand, and intimidating—like a palace. My uncle parked, reversed, and gave me a look. “Find your way around. I can’t help you do everything,” he said. I wanted him to stay, but I knew he’d only tease me. “You only brought me here. I’ll figure it out myself,” I said, hiding my uncertainty. “Suit yourself.” He drove off. Using the school’s app, I found the registration office, finished quickly, and headed toward my first lecture. The app said “Lecture Hall,” but when I arrived, three towering halls stood before me. Which one? The app wasn’t clear. That’s when I spotted a tall, stylish white guy nearby, looking just as lost. “This guy will definitely have girls lining up for him,” I muttered under my breath before approaching. “Hello,” I said. “Hi?” he replied, squinting at me. “Freshman too?” I asked. “Yeah. How’d you guess?” “Wild guess,” I said. “I’m waiting for my friend—she knows where the hall is.” “She?” I raised an eyebrow. “Yeah. We were

I got home and saw Uncle sitting on the couch eating Doritos—lazy as usual.“You didn’t even come pick me up,” I said to him.“You're in college now. I can’t keep treating you like a kid,” he replied.I rolled my eyes. I wanted to tell him about the girl’s number I got, but she hadn’t texted me yet. If I told him and she ended up not texting, it’d be hell—he’d roast me all week.I went to the fridge, grabbed my lunch, microwaved it, ate, and went to bed.My alarm woke me up for boxing training. I took a shower, and Uncle drove me to the gym. Today's training wasn’t intense; I just did some mitt work, then sparred with two others. It wasn’t anything serious—just a standard sparring session. I wrapped up in under two hours, but Uncle made me do some road work before we got home. I wasn’t even tired. I’ve been through worse.I picked up my phone, which I’d left charging at home because Coach doesn’t allow phones in the gym. I opened WhatsApp immediately, hoping for a message from Aalia—b

---“Hey Collins, I waited for you yesterday at our usual spot, but you didn’t show up. Is everything alright?”After she ghosted me the whole day yesterday while chatting with her boyfriend right in front of me, she expects me to act like everything’s cool? That’s what I wanted to say so badly. But instead, I said, “I was really tired from the screening.”“Did you get in?” she asked.“Of course I did. Did you?”“Yessss! I did! And I’m already interviewing to be one of the fashionistas to represent our school,” she said excitedly.I was surprised. Is she that good?“Wow, congratulations! What about you, Jeffrey? You got in?” I asked.“Yeah, I did. I was the first person,” he said.Another shock. This is crazy.“Tell us about your interview. I’ve seen some videos going around,” he added.“Videos? What videos?” I asked.Apparently, some guy recorded more than half of my fight in the boxing club, and it’s been gaining some traction.“Let me see, let me see!” Aalia said, trying to get a v