Roy was adjusting the cuff of his sleeve in the toilet, when soone’s shadow fell over him
He glanced back; another competitor, roughly his height, had a sharp suit-like uniform under his arena gear, and his hair was slicked back like he thought he was here for a magazine cover shoot.
“Na’s Lucian Draeve,” the boy said, extending a hand. His voice was smooth, like it had been practised in a mirror. “You’re my next match.”
Roy shook the hand lazily. “Ok? Congratulations.”
Lucian leaned in slightly. “I’d like you to drop out.”
That caught Roy’s attention, though his face didn’t move an inch. “And why would I do that?”
“I’ll pay you,” Lucian said without hesitation.
Roy thought for a second, 'My scholarship is on the line, but I don’t really care for the tournant. However, they can’t get rid of my scholarship for such a petty reason as losing in the tournant, can they?'
Roy’s eyebrow lifted. “How much?”
Lucian smirked, clearly thinking this was the hook. “Five grand.”
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Roy almost laughed. Almost. Instead, he tilted his head. “Ten.”
“Seven.”
“Ten.”
Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Eight and a half.”
“Ten.”
Lucian sighed, looking like he’d just lost a ga of chess. “Fine. Ten.”
Roy nodded, with a devious smile. "Deal."
Inside, he was already picturing how many ways he could spend ten grand with zero guilt. als, things he wants to do, or maybe buy so of Brock’s ridiculous “limited edition” snack boxes just to watch him lose his mind. But on the outside, he was pure stone.
“Actually…” Lucian said suddenly, a strange spark in his eye, “change of plan. Don’t drop out. Lose to in the arena. My parents will be watching, and I need the spotlight. If I defeat you publicly, they’ll take seriously.”
Roy stared at him for a beat. “…That’s pathetic.”
“Yeah,” Lucian admitted, “but it works.”
Roy shrugged. “Fine. But you’re paying the full ten up front.”
“Half before, half after.”
“Full before.”
Lucian rolled his eyes. "Fine."
They shook on it, and without another word, they turned toward their respective entry curtains. The muffled roar of the crowd seeped through the fabric. Sowhere above them, the announcer’s voice bood over the arena, calling the audience to attention.
Roy exhaled slowly, his expression unreadable.
Easy money.
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