《Falling for the Bad Boy Athlete》全部章節：第 151 章 - 第 160 章

Kai PovThe locker room smelled like sweat, cheap champagne, and the kind of victory that’s supposed to change your life. We had won. The trophy sat on the bench, gleaming under the harsh fluorescent lights. My teammates were screaming, pouring drinks over each other, and planning the after-party that would probably get us all suspended.I couldn't join them. My eyes were glued to the door, waiting for Ava.I needed to see her. Not the "star athlete" version of me, but the man she’d turned me into. The man who actually cared about passing finals and showing up."Yo, Kai! Toast!" Jax yelled, shoving a plastic cup into my hand.I shook my head and pushed through the crowd. "Later, man. I have to find Ava.""She’s outside," a voice said.It wasn't a friendly voice. I turned and saw Miller leaning against the lockers. He had a nasty grin on his face, the kind that usually meant someone was about to get tackled. He held his phone like a weapon."You really thought you could bury it, didn't

Kai PovThe shadow of the administration building loomed over us like a tombstone. Ava’s hand was cold in mine, her fingers trembling against my palm. I hated that. I hated that the people who were supposed to protect her future were the ones trying to tear it down. We had just dodged a security patrol by ducking into the basement of the Fine Arts wing. It was a labyrinth of half-finished sculptures and the smell of turpentine."We can't stay here, Kai," Ava whispered.Her voice echoed against the concrete walls. She looked small among the giant blocks of marble and draped canvases. The dim emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows across her face."I know," I said. "But we can't go out there yet. My father’s car is still at the curb. He’s like a hawk."I leaned against a heavy workbench, my heart hammering a rhythm I couldn't control. The high of the confrontation with the scholarship board was fading. Now, the cold reality was settling in. They had the video. They had us in that re

Ava PovI stared at the blinking cursor on my laptop screen. The official response to the administration was due in three hours. My scholarship, my degree, and my entire reputation sat on the edge of a cliff. One wrong sentence and I’d lose everything I worked for.So why was I thinking about the way Kai’s hand felt against my neck?I’m supposed to be the smart one. The girl with the plan. But right now, the plan felt like a cage. My room was too quiet. The air felt thick, like it was waiting for a storm to break. I closed the laptop. My fingers were shaking, and I couldn't pretend to care about "academic conduct" anymore.What was I actually protecting?The school wanted me to say Kai pressured me. They wanted a story where the good girl was a victim of the bad boy athlete. It was a clean narrative. It saved my career and ruined his. By the way, the administration loves a scapegoat, and Kai was the perfect target.I stood up and paced the small square of my dorm room. My heart hammer

Chloe (Rival)PovI love the smell of a brewing scandal in the morning. It smells like expensive perfume and victory.For months, I’ve watched Ava and Kai play house. The scholarship girl and the star athlete. It’s nauseating. They think they’ve won because they’re "in love"? Please. Love doesn't pay the tuition at a school like this. Reputation does.I sat in my car, tapping my manicured nails against the steering wheel. My phone was open to the video file. It wasn't perfect quality—the lighting in the equipment shed was dim—but you could clearly see them. You could see the way Kai looked at her. More importantly, you could see them breaking about half a dozen conduct rules."Are you sure about this?" my friend Mia asked from the passenger seat. She looked nervous. Typical."Am I sure?" I laughed. The sound was sharp, even to my own ears. "Ava is a charity case. She’s one ‘F’ away from packing her bags. And Kai? He’s the face of this university. If he’s caught with her, especially aft

Kai PovThe gym smelled like floor wax and old ambitions. It was five in the morning, the kind of hour where the world feels empty and everything is possible. I took a breath, letting the cool air settle in my lungs. My knee didn't throb. That was the first win of the day.Ava stood by the rack, pulling her hair into a tight ponytail. She looked at me with that focused expression I’d grown to crave. It wasn't the look of a girl who pitied a fallen star. It was the look of a partner."Ready to see if you’ve still got it?" she asked."I never lost it, Red. I was just resting," I said.I lied. My heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. The scandal had nearly gutted me, and the injury had done the rest. Being back here felt like walking onto a battlefield after a long retreat."We’ll start slow," she decided, ignoring my bravado. "Drills first. Then we talk about strategy."We moved in a familiar dance. I dribbled, the leather ball a natural extension of my hand. She pace