The Top Boy Is My Mate

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into the dining hall,

me to feel every pair of eyes on me. Whispers ripple through

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I keep my head high, my heart pounding so loud it drowns

alone. I don't even try to join anyone.

ite is gone. Instead, I study th

ng, the

lled out of bed like that and still somehow perfect. Storm-gray eyes that flick lazily across the room, cold and sharp. His po

e here,

ven say. They practically fall over themselves for a glance

and I tear my gaze away, heart beating f

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to me directly, but I can feel it, the tension, the curiosity, the judgment

mes around, I'm exhausted. I j

underfoot packed hard from years of practice.

ir

pairs. I hesitate. I don't know anyo

ands on me, then on the one boy w

r can even speak. His voice booms through the

wave of

ou hea

even want to

would

jaw tightens. "Atlas. You'll pair with

e boy who's used to getting his way, and pissed when he doesn't.

in just enough so I can he

y. Don't touch me

ing. "How am I supposed to not touc

that infuriating sm

e steps back, stance loose but ready. Waiting for me to

t is hum

s like they're nothing, moving with effortless grace. And every time I

roup of girls on the sidelines, gorgeous, polished, confident, glares a

th, angry, and more determined

ning his back on me wi

next time, I won't ma