Finn’s PovIt seemed like I had accepted my fate way too soon. I should have fought it, and asked for a change.But in this world, scholarship students say nothing. They don’t make demands, they just follow.My suitcase weighed my arms as I dragged it down the polished hallway. The aid? Gone, the second he had noticed who I was, he had turned the other way with a scoff and left.I had to do the one thing I hated most about this school, walking through the unending corridors, trying to find the right path. And I did.I stared at the door, 1A, top floor, legacy building. This was the athlete's building.No.My stomach twisted, but before I could make that decision to run, the door opened. Revealing the face, I hoped I didn’t have to see.There he stood, tall proud, and eyes glowing with menace.Knox Cole.The master who pulled strings.How did he do it?“Right on time,” he muttered, his voice rumbling through my body. I stiffened, but not from fear, from something I didn’t want to admit
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