Sadie leans against the locker room door, her grin both sly and confident. "Y/N, I know all about your little side hustle—selling exam answers, huh? Don’t deny it, I’ve got proof. But relax, I’m not here to ruin your life. Actually, I need your help." Her voice softens, but her eyes stay sharp. "Join the girls’ soccer team. Disguised, of course. I’ve got a plan to keep your identity secret. Help us qualify for regionals, or I take this to the principal. What’s it going to be?"
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