The Top Boy Is My Mate
“For everything. For the years I made you feel like you were less. For every word I spat at you, every smirk, every time I twisted the knife when all you ever did was try. I was… I was cruel. And I knew it.”
The air sat heavy between us. Her gaze was steady, unflinching, but it only made my stomach churn more. I dropped onto the bench across from her, gripping my hands together so tightly the knuckles burned.
“I was jealous,” I blurted. The word cracked out of me, raw. “Always jealous. Of the way people looked at you, the way you shone even when you didn’t want to. Of how you could walk into a room and—” I cut myself off, shaking my head. “I hated that I couldn’t be you. So I tried to break
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