Chapter 130 Carney shot a glance at Citrine, an apologetic mix of guilt and reluctant admiration in his eyes. "Sorry, sis. It's just-whenever the folks from Primus Academy see anyone from Havencrest Tech, they act like we're contagious or something. You'd think we were lepers by the way they keep their distance." Springer chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and those Primus Academy honor roll types have never bothered talking to us. So we never figured you'd be hanging out with anyone from there." Citrine and Amelia exchanged a look-then both burst out laughing.
Amelia couldn't help herself. The thought of Citrine, the straight-A student, getting mistaken for a Havencrest Tech kid-of all things-was just too much.
After lunch, Citrine and Amelia made their way back to the stadium.
The afternoon events kicked off quickly. Citrine had cheered herself hoarse that morning, so Amelia insisted she stay in the rest area for the rest of the day.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtCitrine didn't put up much of a fight and took a seat as instructed.
Just then, the loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the lineup for the men's 3000-meter race. Citrine's eyes lifted ever so slightly when she heard Travis's name.
The race began. Alongside Travis were runners from both Elegance Peak Academy and Havencrest Prep.
By the halfway point, everyone was visibly flagging-except Travis. He was well ahead of the pack, barely breaking a sweat, his face composed, a sheen of perspiration just starting to show. He looked like he still had plenty left in the tank.
There was no question-he was on track to take first place.
But as they entered the final lap, disaster struck.
Citrine watched as Travis ran neck and neck with a boy from Elegance Peak Academy. In the blink of an eye, the other boy elbowed Travis aside and cut into his lane. Travis stumbled, caught his foot, and crashed hard onto the track.
Citrine's heart leapt into her throat.
Seconds ticked by as the boy who'd shoved Travis sprinted across the finish line, arms raised in victory.
But Travis still hadn't gotten up.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat's when Citrine knew something was wrong.
She shot up from the stands and raced toward the track, only to be stopped by an event official. "Sorry, miss, you can't go onto the field while the race is still in progress." Citrine stared straight at him, her anxiety barely contained. "Didn't you see? Number 7's been down for a while- he's hurt." She expected that to be enough, but the official just glanced at Travis and shrugged, his tone dismissive. "Oh, him? He's with Havencrest Tech. If he falls, he falls." There was open disdain in his eyes at the mention of the school.
Citrine's patience snapped. "If I'm not mistaken, this meet is being hosted by Havencrest Prep, Elegance Peak, and Havencrest Tech together, isn't it? You're supposed to be impartial, but it sure doesn't look that way." Her voice grew colder. "If something happens to him and you stood by, are you ready to answer for it?" The man just smirked, clearly unmoved. He looked her up and down, then raised an eyebrow. "You seem awfully concerned about that boy. What is he to you- your boyfriend?"
When Citrine didn't back down, the official scoffed, "Relax Those m Havencrest Tech jocks are all muscle, no brains. He'll walk it off." Citrine's eyes hardened, her tone cutting. "Watch your mouth. He's my brother."
She took in the Havencrest Prep badge pinned to his is chest and said, voice icy "And just so you know, you'll be out of a job by tomorrow."
Without waiting for a reply, Citrine shoved past him and sprinted onto the track. Travis was curled up, m clutching his calf. He looked up, startled to see her. "What are you doing here?" His voice was hoarse from pain. Realizing how bad he must look, Travis turned his face away, embarrassed.
"Don't move. Letsee." Citrine ignored his protest, kneeling down beside him. She gently rolled up his pant leg and ran her fingers along his calf.
"You've pulled a ligament. We're going to the hospital."