All Chapters of My Basketball Rival is my Roommate : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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

The weight of three short words someone died settled heavily over the room, refusing to be displaced. I stared at Jace, trying to process the shift in him; the arrogant, untouchable team captain had completely vanished, replaced by someone visibly haunted by a memory he had tried for months to bury. When he finally revealed that the dead player was Ethan Cole, a member of our fiercest rivals at Westbrook University, the championship game from seven months prior suddenly morphed into something far more sinister. Back then, my world had ended with a one-point loss, the roar of the crowd, and Jace stealing the ball to seal our defeat. I had spent months nurturing a bitter grudge over a basketball game, completely oblivious to the fact that while I was nursing a bruised ego, a young man our age had vanished into the night after the final buzzer, only for his body to be discovered three days later.Jace explained that the authorities had brushed the tragedy aside as a tragic consequence of

For several seconds, I couldn’t move. Coach’s words kept repeating inside my head. I stared at him, waiting for him to laugh or tell me it was a mistake, but he didn’t. His expression remained serious, and that frightened me more than anything. Jace was the first to speak. That’s impossible. Carter wasn’t here seven months ago. Coach slowly nodded. I know. Then what the hell does that message mean? Jace asked. Coach looked at me again before answering quietly, That’s what I’m trying to figure out.My chest tightened. What were you talking about when you said I was there? Coach took a deep breath and walked toward the window. I wasn’t talking about you being physically inside the university. I was talking about your name. Your name was mentioned that night. My heart skipped. By who? I asked. Coach didn’t answer immediately. Ethan. Jace stepped closer, his expression hardening. Why would Ethan mention Carter? That’s what I don’t know, Coach admitted. But I remember hearing your name. Se