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Chapter 161: Phone Vibrating.

STEPHEN’S POV: I woke up to my phone vibrating like it was possessed.At first I ignored it because my head felt heavy as fuck and Hayden’s arm was wrapped tightly around my waist beneath the dorm blankets. His face was buried against my shoulder, breathing slow and warm against my skin.For one peaceful second, I forgot everything.Then my phone buzzed again and again and again.“Jesus Christ,” I muttered groggily.Hayden made a sleepy sound beside me. “Turn it off.”“I’m trying.”I grabbed the phone from the nightstand and instantly regretted it. Notifications flooded the screen so fast I physically froze.It was messages, mentions, tags and videos.“Oh fuck.”Hayden lifted his head immediately at my tone. “What?”I opened the first notification and my stomach dropped straight to hell.It was us outside the gym last night….kissing.The video had already been reposted across half the fucking camp accounts.One caption read.FINALLY HARD LAUNCHING THIS SHIT Another read.THEY’RE ACT

Chapter 162: Being Alive Count.

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

Chapter 163: A MasterMind.

BLAKE’S POV:The final whistle felt like a slap to the face.2–1.Just like that, it was over.I stood near the edge of the pitch with my hands resting on my hips, chest rising and falling like I’d just run through hell barefoot. The scoreboard glowed like it was mocking us. Rain started coming down in thin, cold streaks, mixing with sweat and mud and the absolute fucking embarrassment of it all.Hayden had already been sent off with a red card for fighting.Of course it had to end like that Hayden losing his damn mind because someone went after Stephen one too many times. Security had dragged him off while he was still yelling and trying to break free like he could punch his way out of consequences.And Stephen didn't even looked at the scoreboard when they walked him off the field.He kept looking for Hayden like nothing else mattered.Like the loss, the scouts, the cameras, all of it was background noise compared to one person.It was that look that stayed with me.I shoved a hand

Chapter 164: The Leaked Photos.

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

Chapter 165: A Random Gossip.

HAYDEN’S POV:The more I looked, the worse it got.Not in a vague, “this feels off” kind of way. No. This was the sharp, undeniable kind of wrong that crawls under your skin and starts rearranging your thoughts whether you like it or not.My phone screen had gone dim twice already before I even noticed. I kept waking it up like it owed me answers.It didn’t.“Fuck,” I muttered, dragging a hand down my face. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”The locker room still smelled like sweat, damp grass, and defeat. Like the match had followed me in here and decided to sit on my chest just to make sure I didn’t forget we lost 2–1 and I got myself thrown out like a fucking idiot.But that wasn’t the worst part.Stephen’s face kept looping in my head. That split second when I got dragged away and he just… froze. Like someone had cut a wire inside him and he didn’t know which direction to fall in anymore.I pressed my thumb hard against my phone again and reopened the feed.I need to focus.I started pulling eve

Chapter 166: What do you Want?

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

Chapter 167: A Scream To Confess

STEPHEN’S POV:The ceiling of my room had exactly forty-two tiles, and if I stared at the seam between the third and fourth row long enough, the room stopped spinning.My phone was facedown on the carpet three feet away, buzzing like a dying insect. Every vibration felt like a physical kick to the ribs. ‘Buzz.’ Another headline. ‘Buzz.’ Another comment calling me a liability, a faggot, a piece of shit who ruined the club’s season before the summer transfer window even opened. "Fuck this," I whispered, my voice sounding like gravel. "Fuck all of it."I didn’t move to pick it up. My limbs felt like they were filled with wet cement. The image of Hayden getting dragged off the pitch, his face twisted in pure rage while I just stood there like a fucking statue, kept looping behind my eyelids. I was frozen. When the entire world detonated around us, I did exactly what I always did—I choked.A sharp knock shattered the quiet, making me flinch. "Stephen? You in there?"It was Blake.I clos

Chapter 168: The Raw Hatred .

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

Chapter 169: ICE Cold Glass Of Water.

AMBER’S POV:My hands wouldn’t stop fucking shaking, and the ice cold glass of water sitting in front of me wasn’t doing shit to help.The air inside the camp’s main athletic lounge felt thick enough to choke on. It smelled like floor wax, leather, and the heavy, suffocating scent of my own impending social execution. Outside those frosted glass windows, the rest of the camp was sleeping, dreaming about getting scouted by the European leagues or landing prime cheerleader spots.Inside here? I was trapped in a fucking slaughterhouse."I’m waiting, Amber," Hayden said.His voice didn't sound like him. He was sitting on the edge of the leather sofa, his massive frame hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees. His knuckles were raw and white, and the sheer, radiating heat of his fury was practically burning through my skin.Next to him, Stephen looked like a fucking ghost. He wouldn’t even look at me. He just kept his eyes glued to the floor, his jaw clenched so tight I could hear h

Chapter 170: Cruel People

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

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