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THE DEBATE OF HEARTS

Chapter 3 Campus Tensions

Word Count: 1617    |    Released on: 05/06/2026

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declar

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tbooks. Occasionall

ublicly eviscerating Darius Lakes and then come home with hi

he didn't know what to think about Darius. He was arrogant. Pri

. About never being good enough. About debat

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n love during a late-night study session and almost kiss but pull away at the last

at her. "That's

ate shrugged. "Now get dressed. You

miss

bout Darius Lakes that is

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ends-Chen, a quiet sophomore who'd been Darius's partner last yea

. Tell us about Darius. Is he secretly a robot? Does

practices until midnight. He does

boy," Kate mu

said. "He's careful. H

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im to quit debate and focus on business. He t

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came to practice looking like

bout debate being the only place he wasn't a Lak

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started

otebook with highlights and questions. By the time she walke

video about debate strategies. Whitney smiled, turn

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on her nig

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row away

di

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lagged statistics, and typed up a case outline. Every few hours, her phone buzzed with a

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ally do this,

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THE DEBATE OF HEARTS
THE DEBATE OF HEARTS
“"How convenient of you to speak about changing it 'from the inside.' The rich kid gets to feel noble while keeping his spot. Tell me, Mr. Lakes, if your family legacy is such an unfair advantage, have you ever turned down a single opportunity that came to you because of this same legacy?" The room went still. Darius's smirk flickered. For a fraction of a second, something real flashed over his face, not anger, not embarrassment. Something sharper. Like she had touched a nerve he didn't know was exposed. "That's not a debate question anymore," he said. "That's a personal attack." "No," Whitney said, tilting her head. "That's me pointing out that you're using your guilt while still benefiting from it. You don't want to tear down the system. You want a better seat at the table so you can feel less bad about eating at the table." She was his nemesis. He was her unhealthy distraction. Join Whitney and Lakes on this exciting discovery journey of love”