Chapter 45 Collision and Courtside
Chapter 45 Collision and Courtside
For a public figure, image was everything.
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With cameras pointed at him from every direction, Lucas couldn’t refuse. He forced a smile, raised two fingers in a peace sign, and let them have their pictures.
More scooters pulled over, the crowd tightening around him until it felt like he was being boxed in.
“Everyone, don’t block traffic!”
They didn’t seem to care. No one even mentioned that he’d just been in a car accident–every single one of them only wanted selfies.
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The big man’s deep voice rumbled beside him. “Lucas, why don’t I just take you to the hospital? Otherwise you’re going to be stuck here posing for photos all day.”
Lucas’s brows pulled together in a hard line. The more he thought about it, the fewer options he had. Running wasn’t realistic
not against this guy and the handful of middle–aged ladies closing in.
He had no choice but to get out of here first, “Fine. I’ll go to the hospital for a checkup.”
The man drove a black SUV. His vehicle looked barely scuffed, just a smear of dirt on the front bumper, while Lucas’s had taken the full hit.
“My friend hasn’t arrived yet. The accident hasn’t been sorted,” Lucas said.
The driver gestured toward his car, and another burly man climbed out of the back seat.
“It’s fine,” the first man–call him A–said easily. “My brother will wait here for your friend and the police. I’ll take you to the hospital.”
Lucas frowned. Something about this arrangement didn’t feel right, but before he could think it through, the big man had steered him into the SUV and pulled away.
On the way, the man never stopped talking–listing every movie and TV show he’d seen Lucas in, tossing in about the roles.
Lucas’s head buzzed. He barely had room to think, managing only to tap out a quick message to Jackson:
“Something came up on the way. I won’t get there right away. If you see Stella, keep her there.”
When the SUV rolled to a stop in front of the hospital, Lucas had no intention of going in.
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But he didn’t get the chance to refuse–the big man hoisted him over one shoulder and carried him straight through the
doors.
Lucas didn’t dare make a scene. If anyone recognized him, it would be even worse.
“Doctor, give him a full checkup–head to toe,” the man insisted. “I hit hing with my car, and I’m really worried about him”
The doctor blinked. This was a first–an accident suspect begging for a full medical exam
Then he saw who the patient was, and it made sense. Of course–he was a Lucas fan. Plenty of fans valued their alols” well- bring over their own
Back at Ashford High, the game was about to start Jackson read his brother’s message with a frown and typed back.
“That girl just looks like your high school girlfriend. It’s not her. You said yourself your girlfriend died over ten years ago”
“We’ll talk when you get here.”
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Chapter 45 Collision and Courtside
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He’d only wanted to prove he hadn’t been mistaken. But now, seeing how invested his brother was, Jackson almost regretted telling him at all.
Stepping onto the court, he scanned the crowd for that beautiful face but didn’t spot her. Too many people.
Still, he was sure she was here, She liked him, after all.
That paparazzi shot? He didn’t buy it. Probably just a friend of hers. He’d studied their body language closely–it wasn’t the intimacy of a couple.
She checked on him every day without fail. That meant something
Running a hand through his hair, he lifted his chin with a smug little arch of his brow.
“Feeling confident, Captain?” a teammate asked.
Jackson gave a short laugh. “Beating Trinity High? Please. They’re nothing but trash.”
Trinity High was the roughest school in Ashford, their grades the lowest in the city. The student body was a mix of all kinds. none of them good
Anyone with m
y or status wouldn’t be caught dead there.
money or
Ashford High had just been unlucky enough to draw them for this friendly match.
Jackson considered their very presence a stain on his school’s air. His mother had always told him to stay away from the lowly poor.
“Over here!
Quinton, scanning the crowd, finally spotted Stella.
And saw the tall, long–legged man walking at her side.”
One glance, and Quinton’s heart cracked–this guy was really handsome.
Handsome man, beautiful woman–they moved together like they existed on a separate layer from the rest of the world
Plenty of eyes followed them as they passed.
On the second look, Quinton’s eyes went wide. That face was familiar.
When they got close, he lifted his chin carefully. “You wouldn’t happen to be Nathan. Mr. Foster, would you?”
The same Mr. Foster teachers always spoke of in reverent tones–the one who’d graduated from Ashford High and made it big
Nathan looked down at the heavy–set boy in front of him and gave a small nod. “Mm”
