NovelUpdateChapter 140 That was actually pretty creepy, to be honest.
Carney rubbed his arms, shivering a little. "Dude, can we switch topics? I've got goosebumps everywhere." "Get outta here," Travis shot back, but he was in a good mood and didn't even bristle at Carney's teasing tone. Springer grinned. "Travis, I didn't peg you for the overprotective brother type. Honestly, you should just embrace it-go all-in on being the doting sibling." Travis didn't snap back this time. He seemed to be thinking about it, and after a brief pause, he shrugged. "Not the worst idea." So what if he spoiled Citrine? She was his sister, after all.
The others looked at the brother and sister, a little envious.
Truth be told, if any of them had a sister like Citrine, they'd probably want to spoil her rotten too.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBesides, when Citrine spoke up for Havencrest Technical College earlier, it had hit them hard-inspiring and moving them in a way they couldn't quite shake off. Even now, the memory of her words still left a strong impression.
After halftime, Travis and the guys headed back onto the court.
The tension between the teams was palpable-one glance and you could feel the sparks flying.
Travis fixed Clifford with a cold stare, and Clifford didn't back down an inch.
From the moment the gstarted, Clifford seemed hell-bent on going after Travis, like he'd brought all their off- court friction onto the court with him.
But Travis wasn't about to be intimidated, meeting Clifford's aggression head-on. Maybe it was the conversation with Citrine that fueled him, but right now, there was only one thing in Travis's mind: winning.
In the end, Clifford's personal vendetta and lack of teamwork cost his side dearly -they lost, and badly.
As soon as the gended, Laird and Gideon hurried after Clifford.
Gideon eyed Clifford with concern. "Clifford, what was up with you out there?" Laird wasn't as diplomatic, his frustration obvious. "Why were you gunning for Travis the whole time?" "If you hadn't fixated on him, we probably would've won." The words were out before Laird realized how harsh they sounded. He quickly apologized. "Sorry, Clifford. I didn't mean it like that." Clifford looked at him, lips pressed tight. "No, you're right. It was my fault." "Sorry doesn't cut it. You-" Another teammate glared at Clifford, about to say more, but Gideon shot him a warning look and he fell silent.
Clifford crouched down, replaying the whole thing in his mind. He couldn't quite explain his behavior-he'd just kept going after Travis, forgetting that this wasn't a solo sport.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven now, every the closed his eyes, all he could see was Citrine calling Travis "big brother." Clifford felt like he was losing his mind.
He was supposed to hate Citrine-hate hearing her call him "brother." Besides, he already had a sister. Jeanette was all he needed.
Yes, Jeanette. She was his real sister.
Clifford kept repeating that to himself, and after a long while, the strange anger berhing inside him finally faded. His emotions slowly settled.
After the win, Citrine joined the team's celebration before heading out. Just as she was about to leave, she qalled out to Travis. "Hey, from tomorrow on, I'm keeping an eye on your studies. Weekly check-ins from now on." "What?"
She repeated herself, a little louder. "I m said, I'm helping you with your schoolwork And I'll be checking in every week." "Uh, okay." Travis nodded, a little dazed.
He'd barely agreed when it hit him: that pile of barely-passing test papers stuffed in his desk drawer.
His grades were so bad his teachers had practically fainted from shock. Was Citrine really ready for this?
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
