Blesynnday

James Calloway has spent his life being groomed for power. As the heir to a billion-dollar family empire, his path was set—an Ivy League degree, a future in finance, and a seamless transition into the world of wealth and influence. But James chose basketball instead, defying his ruthless parents in pursuit of his own dreams. Now, as the star player for Middleton University, he’s determined to prove he’s more than just a trust fund kid playing a game.

Jordan Miles has always had to fight for what he wants. Coming from a working-class background, he clawed his way to the top, carrying the weight of his Mom's sacrifices on his shoulders. As Madison College’s star player, he’s relentless on the court, fueled by the need to succeed—not just for himself, but for everyone who believes in him.

James and Jordan are rivals in every sense. They despise each other’s arrogance, their opposing backgrounds, their competing legacies. Their battles on the court are legendary, their tension undeniable. But as their final season unfolds, something unexpected begins to take shape beneath the animosity—a connection neither of them can ignore.

When their secret feelings come to light, their world explodes. Their teammates, the media, and even their families turn their romance into a scandal. And with the NBA draft looming, their careers and futures hang in the balance.

Faced with the ultimate choice—hide who they are to preserve their dreams or risk everything for each other—James and Jordan must navigate the brutal realities of love, fame, and identity in a world that isn’t ready for them.

Because some rivalries don’t end with the final buzzer. Some turn into something much deeper.

Against The Backboard

Jordan barely heard the rest of the guys talking after Shaun left. His mind was stuck on the moment —on the sharp twist in his gut, the way his flesh burned with something dangerously close to shame. Not just because of Shaun's words, but because he hadn't spoken up.

That should've eased his nerves . But it didn't. It only made the knot in his chest tighten.

Jordan forced himself to go through the motions—shower, change, pretend everything was okay. He barely made eye contact with James, and James didn't push it.

The team had an informal dinner at one of the nicer spots in town, something Coach arranged as a "bonding" thing. Jordan didn't feel like bonding. He felt like getting out of his own head.

Because no matter where he sat, no matter who he tried to joke with, his eyes kept drifting to James across the table.

James, in his impeccably fitted button-down, sleeves rolled up, leaning back in his chair like he owned the damn place. His easy smile, the way he twirled his glass between his fingers, the sharp cut of his jaw under the dim restaurant lights.

Jordan hated it, how aware he was.

And hated even more when James barely seemed to acknowledge him.

Jordan gritted his teeth and turned back to his plate, forcing himself to listen to whatever dumb conversation was happening near him. Something about playoffs, about draft projections—stuff he should care about.

But all he could hear was James laughing at something.

And all he could think about was how badly he wanted that attention on him.

It hit him so fast, so hard, that his whole body locked up.

He has a crush on James--full of himself - Calloway

The realization left him stunned .

He'd spent months hating James Calloway, resenting everything he stood for. But somewhere along the way, the hate had turned into something else.

Something that felt way too close to obsession.

James still wasn't looking at him. He was talking to some girl who'd come up to their table—one of the preppy types who always circled around the team. Blonde, designer dress, clearly interested.

James, who he couldn't stand. James, who was driving mad. James, who—

Was suddenly looking right at him.

Their eyes locked across the table, and for a second, everything else faded.

James smirked. Just a slight twitch of his lips, barely there. But Jordan felt it.

And that was when he knew he was in serious, serious trouble.

Jordan forced himself to look away, but it was too late. His pulse was already hammering, his mind running a mile a minute.

Did James know? Had he noticed the way Jordan had been acting lately? Was he messing with him, or was this just another one of those games he loved to play?

Jordan's grip on his fork tightened.

He needed to snap out of this. Needed to remind himself that James Calloway was nothing more than an arrogant rich kid who thought the world revolved around him.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the thought that scared him more than anything else ever had.

He needed Calloway eyes only on him

Losing Control