Lahat ng Kabanata ng Rivals Or Lovers: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Ethan’s POVAnd God, I wanted to push.But before I could, the sound of the club door creaked open behind us.“Oi! There you are!” Kyle’s voice boomed, sloppy and loud. He stumbled out of the bar, grinning like an idiot, he was no doubt drunk. “We thought you two ran off together!”Ryan’s glare snapped away from me immediately, he shoved his hands into his pockets, rolling his shoulders back like he couldn’t care less.“Don’t be ridiculous,” he muttered, brushing past me toward the street. His voice was calm and unbothered. I know it didn't matter, but he should at least care for my little fragile heart.I clenched my jaw, watching his back retreat again. Damn him. We walked behind him with Kyle muttering unknown words.Kyle was still wobbling around, pointing between us with that dumb grin. “Seriously though… what were you guys doing out here?” he asked as we got closer behind Ryan.“Nothing,” Ryan shot back without turning.I smirked, masking the frustration bubbling under my skin.

Ryan POVMy head was pounding like someone had shoved a drum inside my skull. I cracked one eye open, regretted it instantly. The room looked tio bright and loud. I checked my alarm by the bedside and it was already late morning.I rolled to my side, groaning under my breath, I still reeked of alcohol and I hated it. Last night had gone on longer than I intended, but then again, when Ethan's team starts buying drinks, common sense disappears after the third glass.I sat up, placing my on my knees, waiting for the room to stop spinning. It didn’t. I muttered a curse, dragged myself to the bathroom, and stepped under the cold water until my head cleared. The hangover wasn’t the worst I’d had, but it was enough to make me swear off drinking for at least the next forty-eight hours.I slung a towel around my neck, stared at my reflection for a long minute. My face was still the same way I remembered, but my expression looked like hell—maybe from the hangover. I didn’t look drunk, but I sur

Ryan POVThe garage was buzzing with my teammates walking up and down, each packing and some playing.Champ was already packing tools into boxes. Ethan was leaning against his bike, talking to one of my teammates Sky — his grin too wide for someone who just got slapped with a roommate assignment.He had arrived here hours ago. I wondered if he doesn't have stuffs to pack. He came here talking to most of my teammates and suprisenly, he got along with almost everyone.“Can’t believe they’re making us move,” Sky said, shoving his stuffs into a duffel.Ethan shrugged. “New place probably has air conditioning so I'm not complaining.” he winked at me and moved his eyes quickly with a smile.Asshole. I rolled my eyes at him.“Yeah, because you’ve got the perfect roommate, huh?” Sky smirked turning to stare at me.Ethan’s eyes slid to me just then, sharp and amused. “I guess I do.”I ignored the look and bent to pack my own beloved, stuffing gloves and a rag into my bag.“You really gonna ign

Ryan's POVFucking Ethan.I wake up to the sight of him spread out on his bed like a starfish, snoring like a freight train. The asshole's even smiling in his sleep, like he's got some secret joke going on that I'm not part of. Well, fuck him.The room's quiet except for his damn breathing. I get up, grab my stuff, and head to the bathroom. Not that I want to look at him any longer than I have to.But then, as I'm brushing my teeth, the door swings open and there he is, stretching and yawning like he owns the damn place. He catches me watching him in the mirror and grins."Morning, roomie," he says, all smug and shit. "Enjoying the view?"I roll my eyes so hard I think they might get stuck. "You snore like a dying engine," I mutter."Yeah, well, you talk in your sleep," he shoots back. "Something about 'Champ' and 'sugar daddy'."My toothbrush clatters into the sink. That son of a bitch did not just go there.I whirl around to glare at him, but he's already moving past me to grab his

Ethan POVWork on ourself. We really do need to work on ourselves, but I know Ryan was going to be a tough nut to crack. "We will coach. Couples do work on themselves. Right Ryan?" I asked turning to him.He grabbed his helmet like he was resisting the urge to throw it. “We’re not a couple!” “Right, my mistake. We are partners, for now.”He groaned and stalked off, muttering to himself. I followed again, because obviously.“Ryan!”He didn’t turn. “What?!”“You forgot to say ‘love you too!’”He flipped me off without looking back.I clutched my chest dramatically. “Ah, words of affection. He does care.”The rest of the team burst out laughing. Ryan didn’t even break stride, just raised his hand higher, still flipping me off, the picture of calm fury.~~~~~Later, when everyone was cleaning up, he was wiping down his bike again — because apparently that thing deserved more affection than I did.I wandered over, holding out a bottle of water. “Peace offering?”He hesitated, then took i