The Architect's Declaration

In a sleek, modern blue building, Kyren Locke sat confidently in front of a large, polished desk. The bright lights from the cameras reflected off the pristine glass table. He wore a crisp white long-sleeve dress shirt, neatly tucked into tailored dress pants. His posture was relaxed but composed his presence exuded the aura of someone who knew exactly who he was and what he was worth.

Across from him sat a man in a navy suit, adjusting his tie as he shuffled through a few papers. The nameplate in front of him read Priice – NFS Sports Analyst. He looked up at Kyren with an excited grin.

"Alright, Kyren. I'm Priice from NFS, and today we're doing a small interview. There are cameras rolling, but don't worry just relax, and you'll be fine."

Kyren leaned back slightly, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Oh, I know."

Priice chuckled at Kyren's self-assurance. He glanced at the production team and got a thumbs-up.

"And we're live in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…"

The red recording light flicked on. Priice turned to the camera with a bright, charismatic smile.

"Welcome, everyone! Today, we have the pleasure of sitting down with one of Jamaica's rising football stars a name that's been making serious waves in the youth football scene. At just 15 years old, he's already being hailed as one of the best quarterbacks in the country. Some even say he has the potential to be the best. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you… Kyren Locke, aka The Architect!"

Priice turned to Kyren. "Kyren, it's great to have you here."

Kyren gave a slight nod. "Of course, Priice. It only makes sense. A king like me belongs in the spotlight."

Priice laughed, shaking his head. "Well, I can't knock your confidence!"

Leaning forward, Priice continued, "Let's get straight into it. September is coming up, and every top talent in Jamaica has been deciding which school they'll play for. I have to ask you must have picked a school by now, right?"

Kyren's smirk widened. "Of course. I already started my training at Gridiron Academy the best school for football."

Priice blinked in surprise. "Wait… did you say Gridiron Academy? You mean the school that has never won a championship game? The school that people say wastes talent? I mean, honestly, Kyren, I thought you'd go to C-Vails Academy or Kingston Academy both are powerhouse schools! You had so many options."

Kyren's expression didn't change. He leaned forward slightly, locking eyes with Priice.

"Yes, you heard me right. And let's clear something up those schools are good, but they're not better than Gridiron Academy."

Priice raised an eyebrow. "That's a bold claim. Mind explaining?"

Kyren scoffed. "It's simple. Out of every school, T.B.C High is the only one that can truly refine and elevate my skill set. The others? They recruit players who are already polished.They take finished products and show them off. I don't need that.What I need is a place that can push me beyond my limits a place where I can build something from the ground up. That's why I'm here."

Priice studied Kyren for a moment, then leaned back with a thoughtful nod. "Well, I guess we'll have to see how that plays out."

Kyren simply shrugged. "Yes. We will."

Priice flipped to another page of his notes. "Alright, next question. Did you know that the *mJamaican National Team is currently looking for a young quarterback to develop for future international play? If they were to contact you, would you be interested?"

Kyren's expression remained unreadable for a moment before he spoke. "Yes, I would listen, but I wouldn't accept."

Priice looked taken aback. "Really? Why not?"

Kyren exhaled through his nose, shaking his head slightly. "Because the National Team doesn't develop quarterbacks.They just throw them onto the field and expect them to adapt. That's not how a true architect is made. T.B.C High is training me for the real world. If I skip this crucial phase of my development just to rush into international play, I'd be setting myself up for failure.I refuse to be a half-built project. When I step onto that global stage, I'm going to be a masterpiece not just a player filling a spot."

Priice let out a low whistle. "Man, you've really thought this through."

Kyren smirked. "Of course. That's what makes me different."

Priice chuckled and nodded. "Alright, last question. Anything you'd like to say before we wrap up?"

Kyren leaned forward slightly, his eyes gleaming with determination.

"Yes, T.B.C high is going to win NFS. And when we do, it'll be because I led them to victory."

The room fell silent for a moment before Priice gave an impressed smile.

"Well, you heard it here first, folks. Kyren Locke, aka The Architect, has made his declaration. We'll see if he can back it up."

The red light on the camera flicked off.

Priice exhaled, shaking his head. "Man… you've got some serious confidence, kid. I respect it."

Kyren stood up, adjusting his sleeves. "Confidence? No. It's certainty. There's a difference."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Priice staring after him.

The late afternoon sun cast a golden hue over T.B.C high as Kyren Locke stepped onto campus. His mind was still buzzing from the interview, but there was no time to dwell on it there was work to do.

As he made his way toward the field, he noticed that the crowd had dispersed. Both games had already ended, and most players were gone, except for his team the ones who mattered most.

Fugo spotted him first and waved. "Oh good, you're here. Can we get a practice in?"

Kyren smirked, already rolling his shoulders. "That's the plan."

"We've been waiting on you," Matthew added, stretching his arms. "Our match is two days away. We can't slack off now."

"Facts," Kyren agreed. "Let me go talk to Coach first, then I'll meet you on the field."

With that, he turned and headed toward Coach Zidane's office.

Inside the office, Zidane sat behind his desk, his arms crossed as he scrolled through something on his phone. As Kyren entered, the coach looked up with a grin.

"You're back. Loved the interview."

Kyren smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Did I do what you wanted?"

Zidane nodded, standing up and placing his phone down. "You did more than that. You handled yourself well confident, sharp, and unapologetic.That's what we needed. Now, we just leave it to time"