Alle Kapitel von His Supposed Girlfriend: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

"And welcome back to the third quarter, ladies and gentlemen!" the announcer's voice boomed over the loudspeakers, sharp and crackling through the PA system. "The Pearl High Eagles are holding on by a thread against the visiting Ironclads! Blake Smith leads the charge, bringing the ball up the court!" Blake bounced the heavy leather basketball against the floor, his eyes scanning the court with icy, laser-focused precision. "Set the pick, Leo!" Blake barked over the deafening noise, his voice cutting through the squeak of sneakers. Leo, the team's power forward, planted his frame near the free-throw line, screening off the defender. Blake crossed over instantly, a lightning-fast twitch from right hand to left leaving his guard scrambling on the squeaking hardwood. He snapped a crisp chest pass to Julian on the wing. "Drive it, Julian!" Blake ordered, already repositioning himself. Julian faked a drive, drawing two defenders before lofting a high pass back out toward the

"Guest?" Sarah blinked, peeking out from behind Blake’s shoulder in confusion. “Bunny sent us,” Ronan explained smoothly, pulling his hands into his coat pockets. “She got a text during the game—some study group emergency back at the dorms. She’s already waiting for you near the campus library, but she left her notebook in Jasper’s car earlier. We told her we’d bring you along.” Sarah’s eyes widened slightly. “Oh! Right, she had mentioned something about an emergency deadline earlier today.” “We also found something in the back seat that belongs to you,” Jasper added with a playful wink, tossing a small, sleek silver pen up and catching it cleanly. “Thought you might want it back before tomorrow’s lectures.” Blake's face tightened even further, his jaw rigid. “Thank you,” Sarah said, offering Ronan a small, polite smile. She turned back to Blake, reaching out to pat his arm gently. “I should go check on Bunny before she loses her mind completely. Great job with the team tonig

The phone fell off Sarah’s hands, her eyeballs darting around in pure panic.Blake’s smile disappeared immediately. His eyes flickered from the road down to Sarah’s face, catching the pale, ghost-like look on her skin. Panic flared up in his chest. He pulled the car over, bringing it to a sudden stop by the roadside."Hey, what is it?" His hand cupped her face softly.Sarah stayed completely still.He reached down to the phone on the floor and picked it up. Turning on the screen, his eyes caught the message on the lock screen, then flicked to the hidden number as he read the text*I know your secret, Sarah. Just wait until Pearl High knows it, too.*His jaw tightened, his grip crushing around the phone. A heavy silence fell inside the car."Hey," Blake finally broke the quiet after a few seconds. "I'm so sorry I'm dragging you into this mess. I promise to find out who is doing this. I promise, before the game, I'll find the fool behind this."Sarah tried to nod, but even that felt ha

The memories washed over him just like the cold water had, both sending a sharp shiver straight down his spine. Stepping out of the shhower, Blake grabbed a thick towel, wrapping it low around his waist as he walked back into his bedroom. He threw on a simple pair of shorts and slumped onto the mattress. As he reached for his phone on the nightstand, a new message popped onto the screen.*Broooo, I saw what you did at the last game. Damn, you were good.**A faint smile broke across Blake’s face, the tight tension in his shoulders finally beginning to melt away. *Hey man, thought you forgot about me. It's been almost two weeks.**You didn't text either*, the reply came back almost instantly.*You asshole. When are you coming back? My brothers are already here in town.*The typing bubble on Blakes phone disappeared for a few seconds before flickering back to life. *Why are they in town? Those fucking assholes. Hope Jasper is disfigured? I've hated him even more ever since we were ki

“Are you okay, young lady? Seat your ass down, you don't even need nothing.”Bunny shook her head a little in acknowledgement. “That might be true, but I need to see hot boys,” she wailed.“You can assist me in cleaning,” Sarah smirked with a soft smile.“Deal.”They both stood up, heading straight to the basketball court.Getting close to the hall, they saw they were almost late. The cheerleaders were already dressed up, shaking their pom-poms in tight formation, their high-pitched voices ringing across the entrance.“Red and gold, burn it bright!Eagles soar, take the flight!Defense heavy, offense tight!Pearl High owns the floor tonight!Who's the king? Say his name!BLAKE SMITH owns this freaking game!Go, Eagles, GO!”Sarah mouthed the cheering song along. The student fans were filling the entire space outside, hanging around the double doors. Sarah and Bunny squeezed their way into the hall and began hunting for a seat among the packed bleachers.“There!” Bunny pointed toward