RIVAL'S TO LOVER'S: My Step Brother Is Now My Roommate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

Stephen’s POV:The air in the recovery court didn’t just vanish; it turned to lead, settling heavy and toxic in my lungs. My vision tunneled until the only thing I could see was that glowing phone screen. The photo was grainier than I remembered the night being, but the intimacy was unmistakable. The way Hayden’s hands gripped my waist, the slope of my shoulders as I leaned into him—it was a map of a secret we had spent years drawing in the dark."Stephen." Hayden’s voice was a low warning, but I couldn't look at him. I could feel the heat of the other players’ stares, crawling over my skin like insects. The whispers started instantly, a low-frequency hum that vibrated through the floorboards.The labels felt like physical brands. We had arrived at this camp with a pact of silence. We were a tactical unit, a "matched set" as Hayden had just spat at me, but we were supposed to be teammates first and everything else nowhere. Now, the wall we’d built was rubble at our feet."Give m

BLAKE’S POV:I found Stephen behind the west training building thirty minutes after curfew.Which honestly wasn’t surprising.The entire academy was suffocating tonight.Rainwater dripped from the metal gutters overhead while cold wind tore through the empty pathways between dorms. Most people were inside pretending not to stalk CampWatchLeaks updates every five fucking seconds.Stephen apparently chose self destruction instead.He was sitting on the concrete steps near the equipment cages with a hoodie pulled over his head and a fucking joint balanced between his fingers.I blinked.The golden boy striker, future national team prospect, and perfect academy poster child was smoking like a depressed indie film protagonist.“Well,” I said, stopping a few feet away. “That’s aggressively illegal.”Stephen looked up slowly.His eyes were bloodshot and exhausted, sharp enough to cut through steel despite the obvious emotional trainwreck happening underneath.The second he recognized me, his

HAYDEN’S POV:By morning, the entire camp had turned into a fucking war zone.Reporters crowded the academy gates before sunrise. Students stood in clusters whispering everywhere I walked. Phones followed us like weapons now. Every glance felt loaded.Nobody looked at Stephen and me normally anymore.We were either entertainment or a scandal.Coach Vance called us into the administration building at eight sharp.The second Stephen and I stepped into the conference room, every conversation stopped cold.Management sat lined up at the long table wearing expressions that screamed liability assessment instead of concern.Camp directors. Legal staff. PR representatives. Not one of them asked if we were okay.Coach Vance folded his arms tightly across his chest. “Sit down.”Stephen dropped into the chair beside me silently. He looked exhausted, pale and hollow eyed.I hated seeing him like that.A woman from PR cleared her throat awkwardly. “Until further notice, both of you are suspended

STEPHEN’S POV:Walking back onto the practice field felt like volunteering for my own fucking execution.The second Hayden and I stepped out of the locker room, I felt it the stares and whispers.The tension hanging so thick in the air it felt poisonous.Nobody said anything directly at first, but they didn’t fucking need to. I could hear the muttering under their breath. Phones lowered when we walked past and conversations cut off too quickly.Every fucking person on camp had seen that video.And now they looked at us like we were radioactive.My stomach twisted violently as I adjusted my gloves. I hadn’t slept worth shit last night. Hayden barely let me out of his sight after Blake forced me to answer his calls.Not that I blamed him.I’d basically disappeared for two days.Still, the anxiety clawing inside my chest refused to calm down.Coach blew the whistle sharply from across the field. “Let’s move!”The team scattered toward drills.I kept my head down.That was the plan now.K

HAYDEN’S POV:I found Stephen outside the gym around midnight sitting alone on the concrete steps with his hood pulled over his head.The campus was mostly quiet except for distant music from one of the dorm parties and the buzzing streetlights overhead.He looked exhausted.The kind that sat deep in somebody’s bones.For a second I just stood there watching him because fuck…he looked so small curled into himself like that.Then he noticed me.His entire body tensed instantly.“Don’t,” he muttered before I could even speak.Too fucking late for that.I walked straight toward him anyway. “You ignored three calls.”“I know.”“And two texts.”Stephen gave a hollow laugh. “Jesus Christ, are you keeping score now?”“Yeah, actually.” I stopped directly in front of him. “Because every time you disappear lately I feel like I’m about to fucking lose my mind.”His jaw tightened hard. “Hayden…”“No.” My voice cracked sharper than I meant it to. “No more walking away from me every time shit gets