The Following Day, Mid-afternoon. A Multimillion-dollar Condo Apartment Off Campus Grounds. NOAH’S POV. TONY’S RIVAL. Noah leaned forward on one of the plush couches in his living room, his elbows braced against his thighs, his grip tight around a wireless controller as his eyes stayed locked on the massive screen in front of him. The 75-inch TV flashed green from the pitch— players sprinting, the crowd roaring faintly through the speakers. Beside him, Tyler, his friend, sat just as focused, his jaw set, fingers moving rapidly over his own controller. On the adjacent couch, Tom, another close friend, lounged lazily, his back sunk deep into the cushions, one leg crossed over the other, his bare feet resting on a tempered glass stool in front of him. His attention was on his phone, thumb scrolling idly. “Goal!” Tyler suddenly shouted, jerking forward as he threw a fist into the air. “That’s what I’m talking about!” Noah exhaled sharply, leaning back for a split second before shaki
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