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Chapter 7: Delayed Vision
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2026-06-29 20:21:54
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JAXSON"Just running some extra visual drills, Coach," I said, forcing my voice into an easy, relaxed drawl. I leaned back against the equipment trunk, keeping my leg pressed against the canvas jersey hiding Feya's sensors. "Feya was just explaining some Physics stuff to me while I train. Since she's my girlfriend, I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone while she does her homework."Caleb leaned against the doorframe, his dark eyes sliding over Maya’s closed laptop, then to Feya, and finally settling on me. "Perks of being with a genius, I guess. A win is a win, bro.”"Don’t I know it," I lied smoothly, offering him a sharp grin. "Every little bit helps. You know how it is, Sterling. Gotta keep the edge."Coach Wallace stepped further into the room, his boots heavy on the floor. He looked at Feya, who was staring fixedly at his top jacket button, her hands buried deep in her oversized sweater sleeves."Miss Baldwin," Wallace said, his gruff voice surprisingly quiet. "Is this t
The Ice King’s Fake Fixer Chapter 7: Delayed Vision
FEYA"Feya doesn't do freelance work anymore," Jaxson said, his tone entirely casual as he threw an arm over Caleb’s shoulder. He offered a relaxed, easy laugh that sounded so completely genuine. "She’s strictly exclusive to the athletic department's tutoring pool now, man. Wallace would have my head if I let anyone else steal her."Caleb laughed, shaking his head. "Hey, fair enough. If she got you a B-minus in Advanced Physics, she's basically a miracle worker. I just didn't know you two were... an item.""Life is full of surprises, Sterling," Jaxson grinned, giving Caleb's shoulder a friendly shove. "Go grab your coffee. We’ll see you at practice.""See you there, Captain," Caleb said, his smile very bright as he finally stepped aside. He gave me one last, polite nod before turning toward the counter.The moment Caleb’s back was turned, Jaxson’s arm dropped from my shoulders. The easy grin vanished from his face, replaced by a tight, pale expression. He grabbed my hand again and p
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