Exploration Date – Part 10 (Patreon)

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Graduation day arrived in a haze of polyester gowns and too-loud music. The football field had been transformed into a sea of black caps and cheap folding chairs, the sun beating down hard enough to make the synthetic fabric stick to everyone’s backs. I stood in line with the rest of the class, diploma already clutched in my sweaty hand, the tassel swinging against my cheek every time I turned my head.

I hadn’t spoken to Kai since that Saturday in my room. Not a text, not a glance in the hallway, not even a nod during final exams. He was somewhere in the row behind me—I could feel the space he took up, the same way you feel a missing tooth with your tongue. Every time I caught a glimpse of his cap, dark hair sticking out beneath it, my stomach twisted. But I didn’t look back. I couldn’t.

Names echoed over the speakers, applause rolling in waves. When mine came, I walked the stage, shook the principal’s hand, and felt the weight of it settle a little heavier. Mom and Dad waited near the fence afterward, Mom dabbing her eyes, Dad gripping my shoulder like he was testing if I was real.

Liv hovered off to the side, arms crossed, dress too tight for the occasion. She didn’t hug me. Just looked me up and down and said, “Congrats, I guess.”

I nodded, still catching my breath from the walk across the stage.

The field cleared slowly. Families drifted toward cars. I spotted Kai near the goalposts, talking to his mom. Kai’s gown hung loose, cap tilted back. He glanced my way—our eyes locked for a beat.

I started toward him without thinking. Got halfway across the grass before he noticed. His expression shifted to something guarded.

I stopped a few feet away.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey.” He fiddled with his diploma, rolling the edges.

“Congrats,” I added.

“You too.” A pause stretched. Then he reached into his pocket, pulling out a small box. “Got you something. For… y’know, graduating.”

I took it, popped the lid. A cheap bracelet—thin silver chain with a little charm shaped like a game controller. Probably from the dollar store.

I snorted before I could stop it. “Thanks.”

His face fell for a second, then hardened. “It’s nothing.”

“No, it really isn’t” I smirked.

He turned back to his mom, conversation over. I stood there a moment longer, bracelet heavy in my palm, the sting of my own words lingering. Then I walked away.

Phoenix’s Mustang pulled up at the edge of the lot a few minutes later, horn blaring once. I jogged over and slid into the passenger seat. He looked fresh, like the ceremony hadn’t touched him—hair styled, cologne cutting through the warm car air.

“Congrats, A,” he said, fist-bumping me as he pulled out. “You clean up good. We’ll celebrate right.”

Phoenix had been my distraction. We’d been hitting the gym four days a week since January, sometimes five. He’d turned me into something stronger—arms thicker, shoulders wider, legs that actually filled out my jeans now. The mirror didn’t lie anymore. I looked different. I felt different. And Phoenix had noticed.

“Yeah,” I said. “Thanks for the ride.”

He glanced in the rearview as we rolled past the field. Liv was standing near the curb now, arms still crossed, watching us. Kai was a few yards behind her, diploma in hand, looking smaller than he should have.

Phoenix snorted. “Look at that. Your ex-bestie and your sister, both staring like we stole something.”

Liv called out as we slowed at the stop sign. “Have fun at your little bromance party, boys. Don’t forget to send pics of your matching gym outfits!”

Phoenix laughed, loud and easy. “Tell Kai to lift something heavier than a controller next time. Might help him grow a spine.”

My stomach twisted. I fiddled with my fingers, nails digging into my palms a little too hard. But I forced a grin. “Yeah, dude’s still playing Mario Kart.”

Phoenix cackled, accelerating away. “Exactly. Stick with alphas like us, A. We’ll own college. No dead weight.”

I laughed along, my fingers feeling raw as I fiddled with them.

The party was at his place that night—music pounding, red cups everywhere. I drank enough to loosen the edges.

Summer apprenticeship started Monday—three hours away. Then back for college with Phoenix. Everything was lined up.