《Falling for the Bad Boy Athlete》全部章節：第 81 章 - 第 90 章

POV: AvaMusic blasted from every corner of the quad. The annual campus festival usually felt like a celebration of hard work. To me, it felt like a giant distraction. I clutched my heavy textbook against my chest like a shield. My scholarship depended on my GPA. It didn't depend on how many funnel cakes I could eat or how many carnival games I played."Ava, stop being a statue," my best friend Chloe laughed. She pulled on my arm. "Look at the lights. Look at the people. Even the professors are drinking spiked punch. Live a little."I looked at the crowd. Students were draped in university colors. Laughter echoed off the brick buildings. It was a beautiful night, but beauty didn't pay tuition. I needed to get to the quietest floor of the library."I have a physics exam on Monday," I reminded her. "I'm already behind because of the tutoring sessions.""Because of Kai," Chloe corrected with a wink. "Is it really tutoring if you spend half the time arguing about who has the better playli

POV: MillerI watched Ava from across the crowded student lounge. She looked like a deer caught in high beams. Her books were piled high on the table. She kept checking her watch. I knew she was waiting for Kai. The star athlete. The campus king. The guy who thinks he owns every room he walks into.I leaned against the vending machine and sipped my lukewarm coffee. Kai was late. Typical. He didn't care about schedules. He didn't care about the rules. That was his whole brand. But Ava cared. She lived by the clock. She was the perfect student. A scholarship girl with everything to lose.Why was she wasting her time with a guy like him?I set my coffee down. It was time to stir the pot. I walked over to her table. My sneakers didn't make a sound on the carpet. I pulled out the chair across from her. She looked up. Her eyes went wide. She looked disappointed. It wasn't the face she was waiting for."He's not coming, Ava," I said. I kept my voice smooth. "You're wasting your afternoon."A

POV: KaiThe stadium lights were off. I liked it better that way. The grass felt cold under my cleats as I paced the forty-yard line. This was the only place where the noise in my head actually stopped. No scouts. No coaches. No Miller talking about stupid bets.Then I heard the gate creak.I didn't need to turn around to know it was her. Ava had a specific way of walking. It was purposeful. Controlled. She always sounded like she was marching toward a future I wasn’t invited to."You aren't supposed to be here, Kai," she said. Her voice carried across the empty field.I turned. She looked small in that oversized cardigan, clutching her bag like a shield. She stood by the bench, looking at me with those eyes that always seemed to be grading my soul."Neither are you," I countered. I started walking toward her. "The library closed ten minutes ago. What happened? Did you finally get bored of being perfect?"Ava crossed her arms. "I saw the gate open. I thought someone was breaking in."

POV: Miller (The Rival)I watched them from the balcony of the student union. Ava stood near the fountain, her shoulders tight. Kai was leaning way too close. He always did that. He used his size and that stupid grin to take up all the air in the room. Most girls tripped over themselves to breathe it in. Ava looked like she was trying to hold her breath.She took a step back. I saw her lips move, sharp and fast. She was setting a boundary. I knew that look. It was the same one she gave me when I tried to sit at her table during freshman orientation. She liked her space. She liked her rules. Kai was a wrecking ball to both."Look at him," a voice muttered behind me.It was Jax, one of the guys on the team who actually had a brain. He leaned on the railing next to me. "He thinks he’s untouchable. The coach is already on his back about those tutoring hours. If he loses his eligibility, the whole season is cooked.""He won't lose it," I said, my voice flat. "He’s got Ava now.""She’s a sc

POV: AvaThe library smelled like old paper and the expensive cologne Kai wore to annoy me. He sat across from me. He didn't have a book open. He didn't even have a pen. He just leaned back with that arrogant grin that made my pulse jump. I hated that grin. I hated how his presence filled the small study cubicle. My scholarship depended on my grades, not on babysitting the campus star."Focus, Kai," I said. I tapped the open biology textbook. "We have twenty pages to cover before the facility closes.""You have twenty pages to cover, Ava," he countered. He reached out and tapped the edge of my notebook. "I’m busy wondering why you tuck your hair behind your ear every time you get nervous."I froze. I hadn't even realized I was doing it. I pulled my hand away from my face. "I'm not nervous. I'm irritated. There’s a difference.""Is there?" He leaned closer. The scent of sandalwood and sweat drifted toward me. It was a dizzying mix. "Your face is getting red. That usually means a girl i