Falling for the Bad Boy Athlete のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Chapter POV: Miller (Rival)The rhythmic, aggressive squeak of sneakers on the hardwood was the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. Every time Kai Jameson took a shot, the sound echoed through the Crestwood gym like a taunt. He moved with a reckless, natural grace that made my skin crawl. It wasn’t just that he was the star; it was that he didn’t even seem to try.I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my eyes fixed on the far court where the golden boy was putting on a show. Kai. Just the name made my jaw tighten. He moved with a reckless grace that I’ve always found infuriating. I’ve spent years perfecting my form and following every rule the coaches set. Yet, the spotlight always finds the guy who treats the playbook like a suggestion. It isn't right. This campus has a hierarchy, and star athletes are supposed to be at the top, but Kai doesn't deserve the crown he wears so lightly.Winning isn’t just about the scoreboard. It’s about the look on a man’s face when you strip away

POV: AvaThe fluorescent lights of the library’s basement level hummed with a low, taunting vibration that mirrored the buzzing in my head. I stared at the manila envelope resting on the scarred mahogany table, my name written across it in the Dean’s sharp, clinical cursive.Formal Review of Scholarship Eligibility.The words felt like a death sentence. For three years, I had built my life around the singular goal of graduating Crestwood University at the top of my class. I was the "Good Girl"—the scholarship student who never missed a deadline, never broke a rule, and certainly never found herself at the center of a campus-wide scandal.And then there was Kai.The door to the study room creaked open, and the scent of expensive cologne and cold rain filled the small space. I didn’t have to look up to know it was him. Kai had a way of commanding the air in a room before he even spoke."Ava," he said, his voice unusually quiet. "I saw your car in the lot. We need to talk.""I have a rev

POV: Rival (Miller)The air in the Crestwood University student union was thick with the delicious scent of failure. I leaned back in the plush leather armchair of the mezzanine, my boots propped up on the mahogany table, and watched the chaos unfold below.Down in the quad, the "Golden Boy" was finally losing his luster. Kai Jameson, the star who moved through this campus as if the very ground should be honored by his tread, looked like a man walking toward his own execution. Beside him, Ava—the "Good Girl" scholarship student with the perfect GPA and the even more perfect ponytail—was pale, her eyes darting around as if she expected the campus security to clap her in irons.I checked my phone. The notification chime from "Campus Confidential" was still ringing in my ears like a victory bell. The photo I’d leaked was a masterpiece: Kai and Ava, tucked away in the back of the library, looking far more intimate than a tutor and her student should ever be. The headline "SCHOLARSHIP STAL

POV: AvaThe library was supposed to be my sanctuary, a place where the scent of old paper and the hum of focused silence could drown out the chaos of Crestwood University. But as I sat tucked away in our usual back-corner booth, the words in my advanced calculus textbook blurred into meaningless symbols.My phone buzzed against the mahogany table. I didn't need to look to know it was another notification from "Campus Confidential". The headline from earlier still burned in my mind: Academic Fraud or Campus Romance?. Beside it was a grainy photo of Kai and me in the stacks, our shadows merging in a way that looked far more scandalous than a tutoring session."You’re doing it again," a voice whispered.I looked up to see my best friend, Sarah, sliding into the seat across from me. She didn't have her books; she had that look—the one that meant she was about to drop a truth I wasn't ready to hear."The scholarship board sent another email, didn't they?" she asked, her voice low.I nodde

POV: Rival (Marcus)I leaned against the cold brick of the athletic wing, my eyes fixed on the glass doors of the library across the quad. The winter wind bit through my letterman jacket, but I barely felt it. I was too focused on the two figures visible through the window of the corner study nook.Kai and Ava.They weren't even studying anymore. Kai was leaning in, his usual arrogant posture replaced by something far more dangerous: genuine interest. He was looking at her like she was the only person on this damn campus, and Ava—the "Ice Queen" who wouldn't give any of us the time of day—was actually smiling back.My grip tightened on the manila envelope in my hand. It was a heavy weight, filled with enough academic "discrepancies" to end both their futures. I’d spent weeks gathering the proof: the timestamps of their "tutoring" sessions that suspiciously aligned with the submission times of Kai’s best essays, and the grainy photos of them huddled together in the back of the stacks.