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CHAPTER 45: THE POINT SPREAD
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2026-08-01 01:12:47
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Taming the varsity player CHAPTER 45: THE POINT SPREAD
ELOISEThe rain had stopped by the afternoon, leaving Vanderbilt’s campus slick, grey, and smelling of damp earth. My mind was still reeling from the intense, silent confrontation between Mike and Caleb in the library. Every time I tried to focus on my classwork, the raw fury in Mike’s eyes flashed in my mind, making my hands shake against my notebook.I needed to clear my head, so I volunteered to head to the athletic annex’s administrative wing to pick up some generic housing forms my mom needed for her logistics records.The administrative wing was quiet, lined with polished mahogany walls and glass display cases showcasing centuries of Vanderbilt sports trophies. The liaison wasn't at her front desk, but the door to the inner executive conference room was cracked open.I stepped into the reception area, my sneakers making a soft squeaking sound on the marble floor. "Hello? Ms. Vance?"No answer. But as I turned to leave, a wave of deep, hushed voices drifted through the gap i
Taming the varsity player CHAPTER 44: THE SANCTUARY OF THE OUT-OF-TUNE PIANO
The heavy, humid August air clung to my skin as I hurried across the dark campus quad. It was 2:15 AM. The towering gothic buildings of Vanderbilt looked like silent, stone giants against the midnight sky, their windows dark and vacant.My heart hammered a frantic, high-voltage rhythm against my ribs, not from the cold drizzle misting my face, but from the sheer, exhilarating danger of what I was doing.Rule Number Three: Absolute secrecy.We were breaking it tonight. We had to.Following the cryptic text Mike had sent me an hour ago, I slipped through the heavy oak doors of the old campus chapel. It was a building rarely used now, mostly left to the dust and the memory of old alumni. The interior was pitched in near-total blackness, save for the pale moonlight filtering through the high stained-glass windows, casting long, colored shadows across the stone floor.I walked quietly toward the back staircase, my sneakers making no sound, and pushed open the door to the abandoned ba
Taming the varsity player CHAPTER 43
ELOISEThe quiet of the music hall's basement practice rooms was usually my escape, but tonight, the piano keys felt like lead beneath my fingers. I kept staring at the sheet music, my vision blurring. Every time I closed my eyes, I just saw Mike's radiant, carefree smile on that jet ski, surrounded by the golden campus elite.He’s happy, I kept telling myself, a heavy, hollow ache settling deep in my chest. You should be happy for him."You're playing flat, El."I gasped, my hands slipping off the keys with a discordant clash. I turned around to find Caleb leaning against the doorframe of the practice room, holding two cups of coffee. He was wearing his usual comfortable flannel, looking at me with a soft, perceptive frown."I'm fine," I lied quickly, blinking back the hot tears that threatened to spill over. "Just... tired. These classical composition classes are no joke.""Right. And I'm a classical cellist," Caleb said dryly, stepping into the cramped room and setting the co
Taming the varsity player Chapter 42
MIKE"Weller! Weller! WELLER!"The locker room was absolute, deafening pandemonium. The bass from Chad’s portable speaker was vibrating right through the concrete floor, shaking the lockers as the guys poured ice-cold water and sports drinks over my head.We had just obliterated State by twenty points in our home opener. I had dropped thirty-two points, nine rebounds, and five blocks. The adrenaline coursing through my veins was like pure electricity, hot and intoxicating.That's what I'm talking about!" Jake roared, slamming a hand against my shoulder pads as I laughed, wiping the cold water from my face. "Draft stock just went through the damn roof, boy! We're celebrating. No excuses tonight.""I'm in," I grinned, tossing my wet jersey into the bin.For the first time in weeks, the suffocating pressure of my parents, the PR handlers, and the heavy, constant ache of having to ignore Eloise felt... distant. Out on that court, under the blinding stadium lights with thousands of pe
Taming the varsity player Chapter 41
ELOISE The towering gothic arches of the Vanderbilt Music Hall felt more like a golden cage than a sanctuary. It was only my second week of classes, and the overwhelming intensity of the music department was already suffocating. I sat on a stone bench in the courtyard, clutching my classical composition folders against my chest, my head spinning with complex music theory. But honestly? The music wasn't what was keeping my heart in a constant state of panic. It was the silence. For two weeks, Mike and I had been ghosts to each other on campus. I had watched him from afar—on TV screens in the student center, on sports posters plastered across the dining halls, and occasionally walking across the quad, surrounded by a heavy wall of PR handlers and flashing cameras. When our paths did cross, his piercing blue eyes would cut through the crowd, locking onto mine for a fraction of a second with a raw, agonizing yearning, before he had to look away. To protect my scholarship, my mot
Taming the varsity player Chapter 40
ELOISE The collegiate gates of Vanderbilt University were a stark contrast to the small-town hierarchy of Oakridge High. Here, everything felt amplified—the sprawling brick pathways, the towering gothic architecture, and the overwhelming, electric buzz of thousands of elite students moving into their respective dorms. It was mid-August, and the golden summer bubble had officially popped. I stood in the center of the crowded campus square, my hands gripping the steering wheel of my new SUV as I crawled through the bumper-to-bumper traffic of parents in luxury vehicles. My mother’s logistics position within Weller Enterprises had secured our financial stability, but looking out at the sheer opulence of the Vanderbilt student body, the familiar prickle of high-society intimidation crept up my neck. Worse, the unsaid rule had returned with a vengeance. We had to be strangers again. "Hey, watch it!" a loud voice barked from the sidewalk as a group of wealthy sophomores bypasse
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