Marcus’s POV
The next morning, I sat in the dean’s office, hoping to finally secure the scholarship I’d been offered. After everything that happened with Dad, I needed this—it was the only way I could see a future without his money hanging over my head.
Dean Wilkins was a no-nonsense man, always impeccably dressed in a pressed suit and perfectly polished shoes. He shuffled through my application, frowning slightly as he flipped each page. Finally, he looked up, his piercing gaze meeting mine.
“Marcus, I see that we’ve been offering you this scholarship for some time,” he began, his tone neutral. “You’re a standout player, no question. But there’s something I need to address.”
I nodded, feeling the tension rise in my chest. “Yes, sir?”
He set the application down, folding his hands in front of him. “Recently, I’ve been receiving reports from your coaches—and, frankly, your teammates—that you’ve been… distracted. Missing practices, showing signs of slipping focus. That concerns me, especially with a big game coming up.”
I felt my face go hot, and I took a steadying breath. “Sir, I’ve had some family issues recently. But I’m committed to this team. I’ll be at every practice from now on.”
Dean Wilkins studied me for a long moment, his face unreadable. “I understand that family matters can affect performance, Marcus. But this isn’t just about attendance. It’s about leadership.” He paused, letting the words sink in before continuing. “I’ve been informed that the team is planning a tryout. It seems they’re looking for potential new captains.”
I stared at him, stunned. “A tryout? But no one told me…”
He nodded, almost sympathetically. “Your teammates believe it’s in the team’s best interest. They’ve arranged a tryout for tomorrow.”
I clenched my fists under the table, keeping my voice steady. “I didn’t know about this. Coach didn’t tell me.”
Dean Wilkins raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. “That might be because you haven’t been present as much as you should. If you want to retain this scholarship—and this position—I suggest you resolve things with your team first. Then, come back to me when everything is in order.”
The dismissal was clear. I nodded, holding back the frustration that was building in my chest. “Yes, sir. I’ll do whatever it takes.”