Glad that got squashed quickly between Zane and B, cause if not. Plenty of young dudes at Michigan ready to hop in the hole Zane almost left
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If he doesn't get shit right with his QB, Michigan ain't gonna offer him anyways. Like it or not, Zane needs Malik. Or at least needs coach to see Malik ain't shit.
Glad that got squashed quickly between Zane and B, cause if not. Plenty of young dudes at Michigan ready to hop in the hole Zane almost left
Glad that got squashed quickly between Zane and B, cause if not. Plenty of young dudes at Michigan ready to hop in the hole Zane almost left
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Feels like the beef between Zane and Malik just getting started. I think Caesar's RTGs have rotted y'all brains to think she's just going to go to Mich and get her shit stuffed aroundredsox907 wrote: ↑24 Nov 2025, 19:08If he doesn't get shit right with his QB, Michigan ain't gonna offer him anyways. Like it or not, Zane needs Malik. Or at least needs coach to see Malik ain't shit.
Glad that got squashed quickly between Zane and B, cause if not. Plenty of young dudes at Michigan ready to hop in the hole Zane almost left
Everything okay over there, brother?
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Damn, so this is what its like to be the one behind the pen. The slander is endless
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Season II | Chapter VI: Leaving on a Jetplane
The late-spring sun slanted over the Upper St. Clair parking lot, giving everything that faint gold sheen that always made the campus look nicer than it really was. Winter had done its fair share of damage to the landscaping, and the administration had yet to sculpt things back to its typically-pristine conditions.
Zane tugged the strap of Bianca's duffel bag higher on his shoulder as he followed her out of the building, the air thick with the buzzy chaos of the last week of school. Seniors posing for photos in caps. Underclassmen sprinting to buses. Teachers wilted from a year's worth of noise, their summer of freedom just within reach.
Bianca's ponytail flicked with every step - nervous energy, even though she would certainly deny it. "Okay," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "Before we get to the car, please just ... brace yourself."
Zane narrowed his eyes. "For what?" he asked, though the answer was already pulling into the parking lot. A silver G-Wagon with the Michigan logo plastered so dominantly on the license plate it looked like the SUV itself had graduated from Ann Arbor itself.
Mr. and Mrs. Anthopoulos. Her parents.
Both engineers. Which meant they looked at the world with the same expression they used on their blueprints: squinting, calculating, vaguely disappointed by any variable they couldn't personally control.
Mrs. Anthopoulos stepped out first, smoothing her blouse as though someone, somewhere, might be judging her fabric choice. "Bianca, sweetheart! Finally. We've been waiting."
Mr. Anthopoulos emerged next, phone still in hand, thumbs moving rapidly - probably updating a spreadsheet about the loading capacity of the U-Haul they would be hauling down to the university in a few days. A few days that had hustled and snuck up on both Zane and Bianca.
Bianca plastered on her smile. A smile Zane had witnessed only a time or two from the car when he would drop her off at home. A simple wave from the car and clear instructions to drive off before he was approached from Bianca herself. He never questioned why.
"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad."
Mrs. Anthopoulos' gaze flicked to Zane. The inspection had seemingly begun. "And you brought .. the ever elusive Mr. Jones."
Zane offered a polite nod. "Hi, Mrs. Anthopoulos. Mr. Anthopoulos."
Mr. Anthopoulos pocketed his phone. "Please, call me Nikos. Football going well, Zane?"
"Yes, sir. It's the off-season, but we've started working out."
"Yes, the off-season, of course," he stumbled. "But, training, conditioning - extremely important stuff." He nodded, almost to himself.
Bianca stepped quickly between them. "We're all set to help load the car, right? Because we've got about ten minutes before the traffic gets bad. We have so much to pack at home."
But Mrs. Anthopoulos - Eleni - wasn't listening. She never listened when she had a question she wanted answered.
"So, Zane," she began, clasping her hands with faux warmth, "Bianca tells me you're helping with the move to Ann Arbor. Such a sweet gesture. We were actually hoping to have your parents would be able to join us for dinner as a gesture of thank you."
Bianca's eyes widened in shock. As if she wanted the Earth itself to open up and swallow her whole. "Mom. Please, drop it."
Zane felt that familiar heat crawl up his neck. The same way it did when he was in grade school. The same familiar temperature he's felt all throughout his life. He swallowed it back. "Well, my parents aren't really around. And my grandparents - who I stay with - are pretty busy, but I'm sure they appreciate the intent."
"Hm," Mr. Anthopoulos hummed, the kind of hum people use when they were mentally filing out tax forms, "And financially? Are you stable? Any strain?"
"Dad!" Bianca snapped. "What are you doing right now? He's helping me - can you not interrogate my boyfriend like he's applying to date the family dog?"
Zane interjected. "I'm just a high school student, sir. Not much of a financial portfolio to display at the moment."
Her parents stared for a moment, as if they were unable to interpret Zane's vein attempt at a joke. They shook out of their stupor after a moment.
"We're simply being thorough," Eleni said, waving off her daughter with a floaty hand. "Background context affects decision-making. It's engineering logic."
"It's nosy," Bianca said, stepping closer to Zane.
Zane forced a small laugh, one that didn't quite fit the mood. "I'm good, really. I'm not taking any offense."
"Good, there's none to be taken" Eleni shrugged, taking the bag from Zane's shoulder. His eyes narrowed, a shrewd response gurgling from his throat that, again, he swallowed back. Bianca gave him a pleading, apologetic look. He shrugged himself this time.
As Bianca pulled Zane towards the trunk space, she muttered under her breath, "I swear, if they ask one more thing about your 'situation', I'm going to launch myself into the sun."
Zane grinned despite everything, "Hey, it's really okay. They're a little intense - but I'm used to people sticking their nose in my business."
"I genuinely hope I've never made you feel like that. It's no one's business but your family's, Zane. And I get that now."
Zane gave her a sweet look of appreciation, her kind, apologetic eyes meeting his.
Behind them, Eleni called out, "Careful with the medals! We want to get them framed for the foyer when we have guests."
Bianca rolled her eyes and took a deep sigh. "And then you wonder why I'm leaving early."
The late-spring sun slanted over the Upper St. Clair parking lot, giving everything that faint gold sheen that always made the campus look nicer than it really was. Winter had done its fair share of damage to the landscaping, and the administration had yet to sculpt things back to its typically-pristine conditions.
Zane tugged the strap of Bianca's duffel bag higher on his shoulder as he followed her out of the building, the air thick with the buzzy chaos of the last week of school. Seniors posing for photos in caps. Underclassmen sprinting to buses. Teachers wilted from a year's worth of noise, their summer of freedom just within reach.
Bianca's ponytail flicked with every step - nervous energy, even though she would certainly deny it. "Okay," she said, glancing over her shoulder. "Before we get to the car, please just ... brace yourself."
Zane narrowed his eyes. "For what?" he asked, though the answer was already pulling into the parking lot. A silver G-Wagon with the Michigan logo plastered so dominantly on the license plate it looked like the SUV itself had graduated from Ann Arbor itself.
Mr. and Mrs. Anthopoulos. Her parents.
Both engineers. Which meant they looked at the world with the same expression they used on their blueprints: squinting, calculating, vaguely disappointed by any variable they couldn't personally control.
Mrs. Anthopoulos stepped out first, smoothing her blouse as though someone, somewhere, might be judging her fabric choice. "Bianca, sweetheart! Finally. We've been waiting."
Mr. Anthopoulos emerged next, phone still in hand, thumbs moving rapidly - probably updating a spreadsheet about the loading capacity of the U-Haul they would be hauling down to the university in a few days. A few days that had hustled and snuck up on both Zane and Bianca.
Bianca plastered on her smile. A smile Zane had witnessed only a time or two from the car when he would drop her off at home. A simple wave from the car and clear instructions to drive off before he was approached from Bianca herself. He never questioned why.
"Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad."
Mrs. Anthopoulos' gaze flicked to Zane. The inspection had seemingly begun. "And you brought .. the ever elusive Mr. Jones."
Zane offered a polite nod. "Hi, Mrs. Anthopoulos. Mr. Anthopoulos."
Mr. Anthopoulos pocketed his phone. "Please, call me Nikos. Football going well, Zane?"
"Yes, sir. It's the off-season, but we've started working out."
"Yes, the off-season, of course," he stumbled. "But, training, conditioning - extremely important stuff." He nodded, almost to himself.
Bianca stepped quickly between them. "We're all set to help load the car, right? Because we've got about ten minutes before the traffic gets bad. We have so much to pack at home."
But Mrs. Anthopoulos - Eleni - wasn't listening. She never listened when she had a question she wanted answered.
"So, Zane," she began, clasping her hands with faux warmth, "Bianca tells me you're helping with the move to Ann Arbor. Such a sweet gesture. We were actually hoping to have your parents would be able to join us for dinner as a gesture of thank you."
Bianca's eyes widened in shock. As if she wanted the Earth itself to open up and swallow her whole. "Mom. Please, drop it."
Zane felt that familiar heat crawl up his neck. The same way it did when he was in grade school. The same familiar temperature he's felt all throughout his life. He swallowed it back. "Well, my parents aren't really around. And my grandparents - who I stay with - are pretty busy, but I'm sure they appreciate the intent."
"Hm," Mr. Anthopoulos hummed, the kind of hum people use when they were mentally filing out tax forms, "And financially? Are you stable? Any strain?"
"Dad!" Bianca snapped. "What are you doing right now? He's helping me - can you not interrogate my boyfriend like he's applying to date the family dog?"
Zane interjected. "I'm just a high school student, sir. Not much of a financial portfolio to display at the moment."
Her parents stared for a moment, as if they were unable to interpret Zane's vein attempt at a joke. They shook out of their stupor after a moment.
"We're simply being thorough," Eleni said, waving off her daughter with a floaty hand. "Background context affects decision-making. It's engineering logic."
"It's nosy," Bianca said, stepping closer to Zane.
Zane forced a small laugh, one that didn't quite fit the mood. "I'm good, really. I'm not taking any offense."
"Good, there's none to be taken" Eleni shrugged, taking the bag from Zane's shoulder. His eyes narrowed, a shrewd response gurgling from his throat that, again, he swallowed back. Bianca gave him a pleading, apologetic look. He shrugged himself this time.
As Bianca pulled Zane towards the trunk space, she muttered under her breath, "I swear, if they ask one more thing about your 'situation', I'm going to launch myself into the sun."
Zane grinned despite everything, "Hey, it's really okay. They're a little intense - but I'm used to people sticking their nose in my business."
"I genuinely hope I've never made you feel like that. It's no one's business but your family's, Zane. And I get that now."
Zane gave her a sweet look of appreciation, her kind, apologetic eyes meeting his.
Behind them, Eleni called out, "Careful with the medals! We want to get them framed for the foyer when we have guests."
Bianca rolled her eyes and took a deep sigh. "And then you wonder why I'm leaving early."
