Chapter 31: Arrested
The cafeteria hummed with the usual lunchtime chaos—trays clattering, students laughing, the occasional shout of "Hey, pass the synth-sauce!" Xavier sat across from Oliver, mechanically chewing his food while his mind replayed the morning’s extracurricular activities with Cindy.
’100 credit points. Then another 100.’ His wallet was emptier than a politician’s promise, but the memory of her Oral Stimulation Mod humming against his cock made the trade worth every penny.
Oliver wiped his mouth with a napkin, shaking his head. "Dude, I still can’t wrap my head around it. You finished that exam in an hour? And answered all the questions? That’s not just good—that’s insane."
Xavier shrugged, stabbing a piece of synthetic meat. "Your notes were solid. Covered most of it."
Oliver leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Come on, man. You have to have scored above 80, right?"
Xavier’s fork paused mid-air. "Some were logic-based. Not sure."
Oliver waved a hand dismissively. "Doesn’t matter. Just pass one course and you’re golden. Hell, you could probably pass them all if you wanted."
A beat of silence. Then Oliver sighed, leaning back in his chair with the dramatic flair of a Shakespearean actor. "Must be nice. Reading something once and just... knowing it. Like some kind of... I dunno, genius or something."
Xavier’s grip on his fork tightened. I’s that why? His mind flickered to the Fragment of Goddess Astrea, to the way knowledge seemed to stick in his brain like glue. ’Because I’m a prophet’s son?’
Before he could voice the thought—
BAM!