All Chapters of My Basketball Rival is my Roommate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I froze in the doorway, my fingers tightening around the handle of my suitcase as I stared at the man standing beside the window. For a moment, I wondered if I had somehow walked into the wrong room. I looked down at the housing slip in my hand and checked the number again before glancing at the door. Room 214. There was no mistake. My stomach sank when I realized exactly who was standing inside.Jace Anderson. He turned at the sound of my voice, and the surprise on his face lasted barely a second before that familiar, irritating smirk appeared. His dark hair was slightly messy, as if he had just finished running his hands through it, and he was wearing a university basketball shirt with black shorts. Even standing casually beside the window, he looked exactly like the star player everyone on campus talked about. You remember me, he said, amusement flickering in his eyes. How could I forget? I muttered, stepping inside and letting the door shut beh

I asked you a question, Carter. Who texted you?Jace stood a few feet away, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity I hadn’t seen before. I could feel my heartbeat pounding against my ribs as I stared at my phone. The anonymous messages were still fresh in my mind, especially the photograph of me outside the training hall. Someone had been watching me, and I had no idea who. I didn’t want to tell Jace because I barely knew him. Yes, we were roommates and teammates, but that didn’t mean I trusted him. Besides, he had his own secrets. It’s nothing, I finally replied, slipping my phone into my pocket. Someone probably thinks they’re funny. Jace didn’t move. That picture wasn’t funny. My eyes snapped toward him. How did you know about the picture? His jaw tightened for a moment, and I immediately noticed the hesitation in his expression. You just looked like you’d seen something bad. That’s not what you said. I stepped closer, narrowing my eyes. “You specifically mentioned the message. How

The photograph of my mother remained frozen on my phone, but I could barely see it anymore because my vision had become blurred with tears. My fingers trembled as I zoomed in, searching for anything that could tell me where the picture had been taken. My mother was standing outside the small grocery store she had owned for years, holding a bag of vegetables in one hand and her phone in the other. She looked completely unaware that someone was watching her. My stomach twisted painfully. “They know where she lives,” I whispered. Jace took the phone from my hand, his expression turning cold as he studied the image. “We need to get you out of here.” I shook my head immediately. “No.” He frowned. “Carter, this isn’t a game anymore.” “I know,” I replied, my voice cracking as I looked at him. “That’s exactly why I can’t leave. If I leave the team now, whoever is doing this wins, and they’ll know they can control me by threatening my family.” Jace stared at me for several seconds before slowl