Mile's POV I spent most of the previous evening staring at the key Ryan had thrown at me, trying to understand what had possessed him to give it to me in the first place. Ryam was not kind to me, and he had made that painfully clear from the moment I entered his life; he did not care whether I walked to school, arrived late, or collapsed from exhaustion on the side of the road, so the fact that he had noticed I was limping and handed me a key to an old motorbike without expecting anything in return made absolutely no sense. I didn't understand him, and I understood myself even less because, despite everything, I had still thanked him.The motorbike was old compared to the expensive cars parked inside the estate, but it ran perfectly, and riding it through the city was far less humiliating than walking along the road while students passed me in their cars. By the time I reached Blackwell University, I almost felt more confident, until I had barely made it past the entrance before Ko
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