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 161 - チャプター 170

HAYDEN’S POV:I didn’t sleep properly all week.Not after the video or after Coach Vance’s warning or after walking through camp like we were some kind of walking controversy instead of two guys who just… fucking existed.But none of that mattered today.Today was the championship showcase match.And if scouts were really watching everything like Coach said, then I was going to give them something worth staring at.The stadium felt louder than usual even before kickoff. It had a bigger crowd, brighter lights. There were phones everywhere which were recording, waiting, hungry for something to post.Stephen stood beside me in the tunnel, rolling his shoulders like he was trying to shake anxiety out of his bones. His jaw was tight.I bumped his arm lightly. “You good?”He didn’t look at me at first. “Define good.”“Well, being alive counts.”That got a short laugh out of him, but it didn’t reach his eyes.I hated that.Because I knew exactly why he looked like that. People weren’t just w

HAYDEN’S POV:My phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.It had been doing that for hours, maybe longer. I’d lost track of time somewhere between being dragged off the pitch like a fucking animal and sitting in this empty changing room pretending I wasn’t shaking with rage.2–1.End of my damn season, maybe more than that if the scouts decided I was more trouble than I was worth.And Stephen fuck.Stephen’s face kept flashing in my head like an afterimage I couldn’t blink away. That look he had when they pulled me off the field. It was just… fear.Like I was disappearing from him while he was still watching.My jaw clenched so hard it hurt.I unlocked my phone again. The posts were still spreading.Video clips, screenshots, comments. People dissecting every damn second of what was never supposed to be seen in the first place.Hayden and Stephen confirmed?Locker room rumors are true.Is this why the fight happened?My stomach twisted.It wasn’t just the leak anymore. It was the speed and precisi

AMBER’S POV:Something was off.It was not the obvious kind. No screaming headlines, no new leaks, no fresh chaos exploding across everyone’s phones like yesterday—but the quieter kind. The kind that crawls under your skin and makes you feel like you’re being watched even when the room is empty.It started with Hayden.He wasn’t acting normal, not even for Hayden.He kept looking at me quick, sharp glances like he was trying to piece me together in his head. Not the usual “what the fuck is her problem” kind of look. This was different like he’d found a crack in something and he was pressing his finger into it just to see if it would break.And every time I caught it, my stomach tightened.“What the fuck are you staring at?” I snapped at him during warm up.He didn’t even flinch. Just wiped sweat off his jaw like I hadn’t spoken. “Nothing.”That “nothing” was loud as hell.I walked away before I did something stupid like shove him. But Blake’s voice kept replaying in my head anyway.Yo

BLAKE’S POV:My hands wouldn’t stop fucking shaking.I practically fell down the stairs of Stephen’s dorm, the heavy fire door slamming shut behind me. The humid afternoon air hit me like a physical wall, but I was fucking freezing. Inside, my chest felt like it was being squeezed by a vice.“Get the fuck out.” The raw, venomous hatred in Stephen’s voice kept looping in my head, loud and agonizing. He had looked at me like I was a monster. "God fucking dammit," I swore under my breath, ripping my car door open and throwing myself into the driver’s seat. I slammed my palms against the steering wheel, a sharp, hot burst of pain radiating up my wrists, but I barely felt it.I wasn't the viper. I had spent months trying to manage the fallout of a disaster I didn’t even fucking cause, and now I was the one taking the fall? I was the one being cast out into the cold while the real architect of this entire catastrophic shitshow sat pretty?No. Fuck that. I am not taking the blame for th

HAYDEN’S POV:My fists were clenched so fucking tight my fingernails were cutting deep into my palms, but I couldn't feel the pain. All I felt was a blinding, suffocating tidal wave of pure rage.The sound of that coffee table flipping and shattering against the floor was still echoing in my ears, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to smash every single thing in this fucking lounge. I wanted to tear the goddamn walls down with my bare hands."Get the fuck out," Stephen choked out, his voice shaking so violently it sounded like it was snapping in half. He pointed a trembling finger toward the door, his eyes completely dead as he looked at Amber. "Get the fuck away from us before I lose my mind."Amber didn't even try to argue. She scrambled up from the couch, sobbing hysterically, her expensive makeup smeared all over her face like a fucking horror movie. She tripped over her own feet, almost falling into the shattered glass on the floor, before Blake grabbed her arm and dragged her path