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Offside Hearts Chapter Thirteen
Kelsey's POVThe grade came back on a Monday: 94%.The professor's comment was brief and direct: *Outstanding structural reasoning. The adaptive load concept is the most original design this cohort has produced. Well done.*I was sitting in the campus café when I got the email. I read it twice. Then I called my mom, who cried a little, which made me cry a little, which I then blamed on caffeine and moved on from.Then I texted Marcus. No greeting, no preamble: *94.*His reply came in four seconds: *CALLED IT. Pay up, Kelsey.*Me: *We didn't have a bet.*Marcus: *We should have. I told you we'd do well.*Me: *You said "great."*Marcus: *94% IS great. Borderline phenomenal.*I was smiling at my phone like an idiot in a public café. I turned it face-down on the table.This was the problem. This was the specific, precise problem I had been managing with varying success for three weeks. Marcus Halverin, in his natural performing habitat, was manageable. Marcus Halverin being genuine, being
Offside Hearts Chapter Twelve
Marcus's POVThe showcase was on a Wednesday.We arrived together — which was either completely neutral or absolutely not neutral, depending on whose perception you were working from. Kelsey wore this deep burgundy top with high-waisted trousers and her hair down for once, which she never did in academic settings. She had her notes on index cards she never looked at.I wore my best blazer and tried not to think about the fact that I'd spent twenty minutes deciding what to wear, which was more time than I'd spent on any outfit since formal night at junior prom.We were the sixth group to present.I stood next to her at the front of the room and looked out at the faculty panel, the cohort, the three external reviewers in the back row with their notepads. A week ago, this scenario would have induced the freeze.Instead, I thought about the lacrosse analogy. I thought about load distribution. I thought about Kelsey in the study saying *you know this material, own it* — and the way she'd s
Offside Hearts Chapter Eleven
Kelsey's POVThe engineering department's mid-semester showcase was every student's collective nightmare fuel.You presented your design project — live, in front of the faculty panel, your entire cohort, and a rotating audience of external industry reviewers — and they asked questions that were specifically engineered to make you question every decision you'd ever made, including being born.Marcus and I had two weeks.We had a design. A solid one, actually — a modular pedestrian bridge concept with adaptive load distribution that I was quietly, privately proud of. It was good work. The kind my dad would have appreciated.The problem was the presentation itself. I was fine — I'd been doing public speaking since I joined the debate club at fourteen. Marcus was... not fine.I discovered this on a Tuesday evening when we ran through the first practice presentation in the study. He stood up, picked up his clicker, looked at the screen, and went completely silent for four seconds."Marcus.
Offside Hearts Chapter Ten
Marcus's POVThe thing about being injured is that it strips everything else away.No practice. No teammates slapping your back after a good drill. No crowd noise, no strategy, no forward motion. Just you, your thoughts, a resistance band, and the ceiling of your childhood bedroom at two in the morning.I'd been in that room for three weeks. Before Kelsey arrived, the silence had been heavy in a way I didn't have words for. Like being benched by the universe and told to figure out who you were when you weren't the guy with the stick.Now the silence felt different.I was about to cross a line I'd been circling for weeks. I knew it. I tried to stop myself. I opened my phone, looked at the texts from my teammate Jared — three "bro what's going on" messages I hadn't answered — then put the phone down. Picked it up again. Put it down.Picked it up again and typed: *Kelsey, I need to tell you something.*I stared at it.Deleted it.Typed: *Are you awake?*Deleted that too.I put the phone
Offside Hearts Chapter Nine
Kelsey's POVI was not catching feelings. I want that stated clearly and on the record. What I was experiencing was a completely rational response to a high-stress environment combined with chronic sleep deprivation and the psychological confusion of having your entire living situation collapse and then be rebuilt inside the home of your academic nemesis. Any sociologist would agree.That's all it was.I kept telling myself this on Friday morning when Marcus showed up to our tutoring session having done — unprompted, unassigned, entirely voluntarily — the next two chapters of work.I stared at his notebook. His handwriting was terrible, but the methodology was right. All of it."You did this yourself?" I asked, because I needed confirmation before I rearranged my entire understanding of him."I had some time after physio," he said, like it was nothing."Your moment diagrams are correct.""I know.""Your beam deflection formula is—""Also correct?"I closed my mouth. He watched me with
Offside Hearts Chapter Eight
Marcus's POVI want to go on record and say: having Kelsey Vale in my house was not the romantic, cinematic experience my brain had apparently been expecting.Day one. She reorganized the study's bookshelf by subject and author, then left a sticky note on the dining table that said "The couches in the east lounge are arranged inefficiently. I moved them." She had moved them. Into a formation that made absolutely no visual sense but apparently "optimized traffic flow."Day two. She woke up at 5 a.m. I know this because I heard cabinet doors downstairs and came down to find her making coffee in the dark kitchen, already in her full "I have things to do" mode — hoodie, glasses, laptop open, three textbooks spread across the island counter."You're up early," I said."You're up late," she replied without looking up.It was five in the morning.Day three. She started tutoring me again, this time in the actual study, and it was objectively worse than the library because now there was no neu
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