Chapter 6– Game Changer
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There were two types of people on game day at Greenwich High: those who came to play, and those who came to watch legends rise.
The stadium was electric, the seats packed with students, alumni, and even local media. It was the first game of the season—a tradition, a spectacle, a declaration of who ruled the turf. Banners waved, cheerleaders danced, and the crowd buzzed with energy.
But there was only one name on everyone’s lips.
“Did you hear about the new guy?”
“Zen, right?”
“Apparently he’s insane—fast, smart, impossible to tackle.”
“I heard he’s hot too, like weirdly hot.”
“And quiet. Mysterious.”
“Where’d he even come from?”
Brian stood near the locker room tunnel, helmet under one arm, trying to ignore the whispers. But they were like gnats—constant, annoying, everywhere.
He rolled his shoulders, cracked his neck, and pasted on his usual arrogant smirk. He was Greenwich’s golden boy. This was his field.
And yet…
He turned, almost involuntarily, when the student body erupted into gasps and cheers. At the far end of the field, walking down from the VIP guest box, were three figures that instantly stole the spotlight.
First was Zachary Egan—platinum hair, designer sunglasses, and a soft smirk playing on his lips. Even off-stage, the music idol radiated charisma. Girls screamed his name. Paparazzi clicked furiously.
Beside him towered Zavier Egan, Greenwich’s pride turned NBA MVP, broad-shouldered and calm-eyed, rocking a Letterman jacket over a fitted shirt. He was the dream boy of a thousand high school fantasies. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as he walked.
And between them, like a perfect bridge between worlds, was Zen.
Sleek black jersey. Tightly fitted pads. Mismatched eyes—one cool storm grey, the other glacier blue. Her dark, tousled hair peeked out from her helmet. She looked like something out of a comic book, drawn in sharp lines and silent confidence.
Brian’s heart stuttered.
She didn’t look like she was trying to impress anyone. That made it worse.
She was effortless.
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In the locker room, Coach Davis was shouting plays and last-minute orders, but half the team was watching Zen suit up like it was a movie.
Ryan nudged Zen, grinning. “You ready to break some hearts and ankles?”
Zen smirked. “Only if they get in my way.”
A few of the players glanced at each other. Zen had quickly become both an inspiration and a threat.
Brian, meanwhile, watched her from across the room like a hawk. He couldn’t shake the image of her beating him at archery—so precise, so cool. And now this.
She was already pulling on her gloves, like this was just another training session.
Who is this kid?
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The Game Begins
Greenwich High was decked out in black and gold, chanting from the stands like a Roman coliseum. Across the field, the opposing team—Westridge—looked sharp, disciplined, and smug. They’d heard the whispers. They were ready to crush the hype.
Brian jogged onto the field, helmet on, jaw clenched.
Zen walked beside him—calm, quiet, unreadable.
Ryan elbowed her. “Want to bet how long it takes before they try to knock your head off?”
Zen grinned. “I give it two plays.”
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First Quarter.
The kickoff soared into the air. Greenwich received. Brian called the first play—standard, safe. He took the snap, scanned the field, and threw a perfect spiral. First down.
The crowd cheered.
A few plays later, Coach gave the nod. “Let’s see what the new kid’s got.”
Zen lined up as wide receiver. She crouched low, watching the defender in front of her like a lion stalking prey.
Hike.
She moved. Not ran—glided. Fast, smooth, cutting through defenders like wind through grass. Brian hesitated, stunned, then threw the ball toward her.
She leapt—high—caught it with one hand, twisted mid-air, and landed with perfect control.
Touchdown.
The stadium exploded.
Zavier stood, arms crossed, nodding. Zachary clapped slowly, grinning like a proud big brother.
Brian just stared.
That catch… That leap. It wasn’t just athletic—it was beautiful.
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By the second quarter, it was clear who the crowd had come for.
Zen wasn’t just good. She was a force. Running back, wide receiver, defense—every position she touched, she elevated. Her eyes scanned the field like a chessboard. Her reads were perfect. Her balance is flawless.
She never shouted, never boasted. She executed.
Every time she moved, the stadium held its breath.
Even the opposing team started second-guessing their plays. They’d never prepared for a player like her.
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Halftime.
Brian sat on the bench, towel over his head, sweat dripping.
Zen stood near the sideline, sipping water. A group of girls giggled behind her. A few football players from the opposing team came over to ask for autographs.
Zachary and Zavier stood nearby, attracting cameras like moths to flame. Zavier whispered something in Zen’s ear, and she laughed—a sound so light, it caught Brian off guard.
He felt… eclipsed.
This was his school.
His game.
His spotlight.
And yet she’d stolen it without trying.
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Third Quarter.
Greenwich was up. Brian forced a few passes—missed two. His rhythm was off. His plays are predictable.
Coach frowned. “Focus, Carter. We’re not playing jealous. We’re playing to win.”
Brian didn’t answer.
He handed the ball off to Zen.
She ran 60 yards, dodged five tackles, and dived into the end zone.
Another touchdown.
The crowd screamed her name:
“ZEEEEN! ZEEEEN! ZEEEEN!”
Brian’s ears rang.
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Fourth Quarter.
Brian finally threw a touchdown of his own.
But when Zen caught her third and ran it back with a spinning twist that looked straight out of an action movie, the stadium lost its mind.
Cameras zoomed. Fans chanted. Even the opposing coach applauded.
When the buzzer sounded, Greenwich had won.
Final score: 42–17.
Zen had scored 24 of those points.
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After the Game
She stood on the field, surrounded by students and faculty.
Zavier threw an arm around her. “Proud of you, little star.”
Zachary handed her a towel like a royal presenting a medal. “You’re going viral, just so you know.”
Zen laughed. “I didn’t even do anything.”
Brian watched from the locker tunnel, helmet still on.
Didn’t do anything? She’d just dominated the field like a legend.
He couldn’t understand her. Couldn’t read her.
She didn’t gloat. Didn’t soak it in. She just… existed.
And somehow, that was enough to make everyone orbit her.
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Later That Night
Brian sat in his room, staring at the headlines:
> “Greenwich’s Mystery Star Stuns the Crowd” “Who Is Zen Egan? Newcomer Drops 3 TDs, Leaves Stadium Speechless” “Egan Family Steals the Spotlight—Again”
His dad hadn’t called. Probably saw the footage. Probably saw Brian get outshone.
Again.
Brian clenched his fists.
He didn’t just want to beat Zen anymore.
He wanted to understand him.
Because something about Zen didn’t add up.
The way he moved. The way he looked.
And those eyes…
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