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Warning Rejected
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2026-07-03 20:47:10Summer
I thought of how I was going to talk to Jaxson. The thought of him going through this ate me alive. The fact that the thought of him not giving me a listening ear made it all worse. But I had to try, one way or another. I couldn’t let his stubbornness be the end of him, his career and his family. By 7:30 AM, the back parking lot behind the athletic facility was painted in shades of charcoal and freezing white. Jaxson was there, loading equipment boxes into the bed of his truck, his bare hands numbing in the cold. "Jaxson!" He snapped around, his jaw instantly clenching, his amber eyes narrowing into two slits of pure, unyielding frost as he recognized me. "Get out of my zone, Brooks," he said, his deep voice dropping into a low, rumbling warning. “I told you in the diner—I’m done being an asset in your production layouts." "You need to listen to me right now, Jaxson," I breathed, stepping directly into his personal space, the faint scent of vanilla and warm rain breaking through the freezing morning air. I reached into my pocket, pulling out the silver flash drive. “Derek Vance forged the academic routing tables. He used an off-campus server block to fake three semesters of history syndicates under your student ID. The Dean has the packet on his desk right now. They’re going to suspend you publicly at the all-school assembly in thirty minutes." Jaxson looked down at the silver drive in my hand, a slow, cruel sneer twisting his mouth. He didn't take it. Instead, he stepped forward, using his massive height to crowd me against the side of his truck bed, his expression a mask of pure, unbothered cynicism. "A beautiful speech, Summer," he whispered, his voice dripping with a lethal, targeted venom that cut straight through my ribs. “What’s the angle this time? 'The Captain's Last-Minute Rescue'? You think I’m going to fall for another calculated script? You think I'm going to let a journalism major hand me a fake file so she can print the front-page story about how she saved my career?" "Jaxson, it’s not a script!" I cried, hot tears of absolute frustration spilling over my lashes. “Look at the metadata logs! If you walk into that auditorium, they are going to strip your championship title and pull Layla’s clinic funding!" "I don't take cues from you anymore," Jaxson sneered, violently knocking my hand away, sending the silver flash drive skittering across the gravel lot. He climbed into the driver's seat of his truck, slamming the heavy door shut with a deafening rattle that scattered the crows from the roof. He fired the V8 engine to life and tore out of the parking lot, leaving me standing alone in the morning fog, staring at the dirt where my warning had been completely rejected. I had no idea what to do. I was completely lost. I called out to him several times but he didn’t listen. Little did he know that he was walking into impending doom.
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