Chapter 30: Rumors
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Monday morning arrived with gray skies and restless energy.
Students filled the hallways as usual, but something felt different. Groups whispered near lockers. Heads turned. Conversations stopped abruptly when teachers passed by.
Rumors traveled fast in school.
And this one was spreading quickly.
Jake noticed it first.
He leaned against his locker, frowning as two students walked past, talking in low voices.
“…heard his dad might transfer him…”
“…another school with better training…”
Jake’s eyebrows shot up.
He turned immediately and hurried down the hallway, nearly bumping into Grace.
“Whoa,” she said, steadying herself. “What’s wrong with you?”
Jake lowered his voice dramatically.
“I just heard something big.”
Grace sighed. “You say that every day.”
“No, this is serious,” he insisted.
She studied his face and realized he wasn’t joking.
“What is it?” she asked.
Jake glanced around, then leaned closer.
“People are saying Tyler might leave the school.”
Grace froze.
“What?”
By lunchtime, the entire group had gathered at their usual table.
The mood was tense.
Sophie sat quietly, twisting her fingers together. Ryan stared at his tray without eating. Noah leaned forward with his elbows on the table, thinking carefully.
Lily looked worried.
Ethan remained calm—but alert.
Jake repeated what he had heard.
“…another school,” he finished. “Some sports academy or something.”
Silence settled over the table.
Grace spoke first.
“That’s just a rumor.”
Jake shrugged. “Maybe.”
Sophie looked at Ethan.
“Do you think it’s true?”
Ethan hesitated.
“I don’t know,” he admitted.
Ryan frowned.
“Why would he transfer now?”
Noah answered thoughtfully.
“Pressure.”
Everyone looked at him.
He continued, “Some parents believe a more competitive environment leads to faster improvement. Especially after an injury.”
Grace shook her head.
“But leaving his friends behind during recovery doesn’t make sense.”
Lily nodded slowly.
“Unless it wasn’t his decision.”
The table went quiet again.
Because they all understood what that meant.
That afternoon, Tyler sat at the kitchen table at home, staring at a sheet of paper in front of him.
The heading read:
RIVERDALE SPORTS ACADEMY — APPLICATION FORM
His father stood across the table, arms folded.
“This institution specializes in athletic development,” he explained calmly. “Professional coaches. Advanced facilities. Strong discipline.”
Tyler’s chest felt tight.
“I already have a team,” he said quietly.
His father didn’t react emotionally.
“This opportunity will strengthen your future.”
Tyler looked down at the form again.
His name was already written at the top.
The boxes below were blank.
Waiting.
His mother stood nearby, watching silently. Her expression carried concern, but she didn’t interrupt.
Tyler swallowed.
“When would I leave?” he asked.
“At the start of the next term,” his father replied.
That was soon.
Too soon.
Tyler’s mind raced.
New school.
New teammates.
New pressure.
And leaving behind the only people who had stayed beside him after the injury.
Jake.
Grace.
Sophie.
Ryan.
Noah.
Lily.
Ethan.
The thought felt heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Lonely.
He looked up slowly.
“I don’t want to go,” he said.
The room fell silent.
His father’s expression remained steady.
“This is not about comfort,” he replied.
“It’s about growth.”
Tyler felt frustration rising in his chest.
“But I’m already getting better,” he insisted. “I’m doing therapy. I’m working hard.”
His father stepped closer.
“You must aim higher.”
The words sounded firm.
Final.
Tyler clenched his fists slightly.
For the first time in a long time…
He felt something different.
Not fear.
Not disappointment.
Resistance.
Later that evening, Ethan sat in his room reading when his phone buzzed.
A message from Tyler appeared.
Tyler:
Can we talk tomorrow?
Ethan read the words carefully.
They felt serious.
Important.
He typed back immediately.
Ethan:
Of course.
A few seconds passed.
Then another message arrived.
Tyler:
I might be leaving the school.
Ethan’s heart skipped.
The rumor was true.
He stared at the screen, his thoughts racing.
Because if Tyler left…
Everything would change.
Not just for the team.
Not just for the season.
But for their friendship.
And sometimes…
The hardest battles weren’t played on a court.
They were fought at home.
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