Phei had almost forgotten—somewhere between almost dying, awakening an unknown power, and gaining enough seduction abilities to make gods nervous, the whole basketball challenge had slipped his mind.
But Paradise Elite Academy hadn't forgotten.
Paradise Elite Academy had gone absolutely fucking mental about it.
The hallways were plastered with flyers—actual printed flyers, like it was 1985 and someone had discovered a Kinko's.
Phei's face stared out from every bulletin board, every locker door, every available surface. His old pictures sat side-by-side with newer ones: the before and after of his transformation laid bare for everyone to see.
Before:skinny, forgettable, a face you'd walk past without registering. The charity-case ghost haunting the edges of every photo.
After:that.
The jawline that could cut glass. The shoulders that had broadened overnight. The eyes that made women forget their own names. The predatory grace that had replaced his former awkwardness.
