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Chapter Twenty-Two: Regionals
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2026-10-24 20:14:23
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FRAMED BY THE COACH I WANT AND MY BEST FRIEND Chapter Twenty-four: Keep your phone close
SEVEN THIRTY P.M. | DIRECTOR ASHWORTH’S OFFICE“Close the door, Coach Reyes.”Murphy obeyed, although he had no intention of staying longer than necessary.Director Ashworth stood behind his desk, still wearing the suit he’d worn to Regionals. His tie had been loosened, and an untouched glass of whiskey sat beside his laptop.“Sit down.”“I’d prefer to stand.”“That wasn’t a request.”Murphy took the chair opposite him.Ashworth opened his laptop and turned the screen around. A video from the championship was paused at the exact moment Octavia shoved Murphy.“Explain this.”Murphy glanced at the screen.“Octavia was upset about the recording.”“I watched the recording, Coach. I was there when she attacked you.”“Then you saw how distressed she was.”“I also heard her accuse you of recording her. What exactly was she talking about?”Murphy considered his answer.“She’s been struggling with the pressure of Regionals, and today’s result clearly pushed her beyond her limits.”Ashworth lea
FRAMED BY THE COACH I WANT AND MY BEST FRIEND Chapter Twenty-Three: Octavia Vance
NAOMI’S POV“Turn it off! I said turn the damn thing off!”Director Ashworth was shouting at the technicians, but Octavia’s voice continued pouring through the arena speakers.“I’ve spent years coming second to her. I’m sick of it!”I gripped the railing, unable to believe what I was hearing.“I want her spot. Just once, I want everyone cheering for me instead.”The recording skipped before Octavia spoke again.“Then do it! You said you could!”A stunned silence swept through the arena before thousands of spectators erupted into an uproar.Marcus turned toward me, looking equally bewildered.“Naomi, that’s Octavia. That’s her voice!”“I know.”“But who was she talking to?”I couldn’t answer. My attention was fixed on the giant screen, where the championship logo had disappeared.Across the pool, Octavia stood surrounded by her teammates, looking as though she’d been struck.An official hurried toward the technical booth while Ashworth continued demanding that somebody disconnect the s
FRAMED BY THE COACH I WANT AND MY BEST FRIEND Chapter Twenty-Two: Regionals
NAOMI’S POV | PRESENT DAYThe Maristen Municipal Sports Complex was packed when Marcus and I arrived.Over four thousand spectators had gathered for the Regional Swimming Championships, and the noise inside the arena was deafening.Banners bearing the participating colleges’ names hung above the stands. The giant electronic scoreboard displayed the opening results, while officials hurried between the competition lanes.“Well, somebody certainly knows how to organize a championship,” Marcus said.I smiled.“Wait until the finals. It gets worse.”“Worse?”“Louder.”He laughed and handed our tickets to the attendant.We found our seats several rows above the pool, close enough to recognize the swimmers during their warm-ups.Four years ago, I’d won the junior division of this championship.Today, I was watching from the stands.“You’re doing okay?” Marcus asked.“I will be.”He gave my hand a reassuring squeeze before settling beside me.Thankfully, he didn’t press further.The opening e
FRAMED BY THE COACH I WANT AND MY BEST FRIEND Chapter Twenty-One: The day of the incident
THREE WEEKS EARLIER | THE DAY OF NAOMI’S INCIDENT Eli Whitfield had been standing outside Maristen’s aquatic center for almost an hour when Coach Murphy Reyes finally emerged from his office.The coach was wearing a black tracksuit, carrying a clipboard and speaking into his phone.“Every swimmer at the pool in five minutes,” he instructed someone. “I don’t want anybody wandering around once preparations begin.”Eli watched him disappear toward the main entrance.The city championship was already attracting a crowd. Athletes, officials, and spectators moved between the buildings, while staff hurried to complete the final arrangements.He’d arrived expecting an ordinary competition.Now he suspected he was about to witness whatever Murphy had promised Octavia.He adjusted the borrowed delivery jacket covering his clothes.His stomach was empty, his feet hurt, and he’d spent his last six dollars on fuel.If Murphy failed to provide anything useful today, Eli intended to contact him dir
FRAMED BY THE COACH I WANT AND MY BEST FRIEND Chapter Twenty: When the plea was made
THREE WEEKS EARLIERThe shop attendant had barely finished counting the day’s sales when Eli Whitfield walked out with equipment worth almost six hundred dollars.To be fair, he had paid for a packet of batteries. But the rest was tucked inside his jacket.By the time anyone noticed the missing merchandise, he intended to be several miles away.Unfortunately, the car refused to start.“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”He turned the ignition again, listening to the engine struggle before giving up.The fuel gauge was nearly empty.Eli struck the steering wheel.“Come on, you piece of shit!”A woman passing the car gave him a disapproving look.He showed her his middle finger forcing her to hurry away.After several more attempts, the engine finally caught.He laughed, reversed out of the parking space, and drove toward the outskirts of town.Murphy Reyes had better be worth all this trouble.*** ***The equipment looked considerably less impressive spread across the mattress.Two mini
FRAMED BY THE COACH I WANT AND MY BEST FRIEND Chapter Nineteen: More Plans
FOUR WEEKS AND TWO DAYS EARLIERThe first person Eli approached at Maristen College told him almost everything he wanted to know.And he hadn’t even asked the right question yet.“Octavia Vance?” the girl repeated, examining the parcel beneath his arm. “She’s probably at the aquatic center.”“She on the swimming team?”“Yeah. You should find her with Naomi.”“Naomi?”“Naomi Cole. They’re best friends.”Eli scratched his chin, pretending to search his delivery sheet.“Which one’s Octavia?”“The pretty one with the red convertible. You’ll recognize her.”He smiled. “Thanks. You’ve been helpful.”“No problem.”The girl returned to her phone, apparently unconcerned that the delivery worker hadn’t asked her to sign anything.Eli walked away with the fake parcel tucked beneath his arm. Inside were two old magazines and a broken phone charger.He had borrowed the delivery jacket from a restaurant’s staff room that morning. More like, stolen. The cap came from a different establishment, while
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