The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 130

Carney shot a glance at Citrine, an apologetic mix of guilt and reluctant admiration in his eyes. "Sorry, sis. It's just—whenever the folks from Primus Academy see anyone from Havencrest Tech, they act like we're contagious or something. You'd think we were lepers by the way they keep their distance."

Springer chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and those Primus Academy honor roll types have never bothered talking to us. So we never figured you'd be hanging out with anyone from there."

Citrine and Amelia exchanged a look-then both burst out laughing.

Amelia couldn't help herself. The thought of Citrine, the straight-A student, getting mistaken for a Havencrest Tech kid-of all things-was just too much.

After lunch, Citrine and Amelia made their way back to the stadium.

The afternoon events kicked off quickly. Citrine had cheered herself hoarse that morning, so Amelia insisted she stay in the rest area for the rest of the day.

Citrine didn't put up much of a fight and took a seat as instructed.

Just then, the loudspeaker crackled to life, announcing the lineup for the men's 3000-meter race. Citrine's eyes lifted ever so slightly when she heard Travis's

name.

Alongside Travis were runners from both Elegance Peak Academy and Havencrest

ahead of the pack, barely breaking a sweat, his face composed, a sheen of perspiration just starting to show.

question-he was on

the final lap, disaster

as Travis ran neck and neck with a boy from Elegance Peak Academy. In the blink of an eye, the other boy elbowed Travis aside and cut

leapt into her

ticked by as the boy who'd shoved Travis

Travis still

knew something was

toward the track, only to be stopped by an event official. "Sorry, miss, you can't go onto the field while

stared straight at him, her anxiety barely contained. "Didn't you see? Number 7's been down for a

at Travis and shrugged, his tone dismissive. "Oh, him? He's with Havencrest Tech. If he falls, he falls."

Peak, and Havencrest Tech together, isn't it? You're

and you stood by, are

up and down, then raised an eyebrow. "You seem awfully concerned about that boy. What is he to you- your