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I narrowed my eyes, trying to see better the group of guys playing some kind of football on the grass. Yeah, they were from Roosevelt High. My heart did a somersault when I distinguished Nate among them. He was on simple shorts and a plain cotton shirt, sleeveless so his arms were all in display. Even through the distance I could see the muscles constricting as he made a perfect thrown and my mouth went dry. Damn. He was so effortlessly sexy it was unfair.

I blush furiously before stomping past. Idiots the both of them. We get to breakfast and most of the men are shirtless and the woman are wearing nothing but sports bras. I know they don’t get as cold but this is just ridiculous. Zylith and I are halted in the doorway looking on in amazement, “Not that I am complaining but, what is going on?” Zylith asks the question checking out every ass that walks by. I hit her in the stomach with my elbow to get her attention. She looks at me and I widen my eye and shake my head from side to side, telling her to stop that.

And a very shirtless Aiden. Guess we weren’t the only ones with pent-up hormones.

This is such a bad luck! “Ugh! This is stupid!” I grumbled, standing up, and turning my heels over, but unfortunately, I thought I would be able to escape his annoying presence, but just my luck, the moment I turned around, my eyes was greeted with the presence of four more guys that I didn't know was standing behind me, all wearing sleeveless shirts that showed their bulging muscles and sweaty bodies. “F*ck, I hate this day…” I cursed under my breath, looking at each one of their faces as they wore a playful smile, all of them were smiling, except one.

She grabbed it and went back into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar. Meanwhile, the game had come to an end and the players were returning to their trailers to get some rest before their night flight to the next city they were to play at. They laughed and gisted, fooling around as some of them took off their shirts and hung it over their shoulders, exposing their toned abs. Trevor Slate, player number six was shirtless too. He laughed and bade his fellow players goodbye as they went to their various trucks. He stepped into his and was greeted with the sound of the blowing drier from the bathroom.

Landon chuckled a bit. Unlike Zenith Jaden, who was impeccably dressed and perfectly put together, Jason Walsh was wearing a pair of tight jeans with the knees torn out, a pair of blue sneakers, and a faded black t-shirt with the Gucci logo on the front. He looked like someone who was there cleaning rooms.

Elsie’s POV That was actually great for us. It meant I would be able to watch a full match and study the dynamics before we needed to play our own round. I spotted Tate down on the field with team one; he was wearing a white cloth headband around his forehead. Some of the men out there were shirtless, probably to avoid being grabbed, while some were fully dressed. I guess it was entirely up to personal preference. They were all wearing their colored headbands, though, to keep the teams clear.

Even if we all are passionate about racing and desperate to take home the trophy, no one was stupid enough to risk their entire fortune, family and future on the club. They exchanged awkward glances between themselves. I seemed to be the only one lost. “Your husband, Zarek Lachlan. He's richer than their two sponsors combined. How about you ask him to fund us?” My mouth dropped open, then anger followed. I hurled a glass at the speaker, watching him dive to the side, in time to avoid the crash. “You all…you all must be crazy!”

I am currently closer to 19 than I was to 18. "Second of all, we aren't even in a school setting. It's literally a beautiful fucking Saturday afternoon," I say, gesturing to our surroundings. "Third, don't flatter yourselves; I've seen lots of shirtless males." I simply told a harmless white lie. The only shirtless men I've ever seen are Justin, my papa, brothers, and Kol. So none of them count. Not even one bit. I hear my brothers and Kol coming; they are sprinting at this point.

With my hair tied up and dressed ready for training, we headed onto the field. The pack was already gathering in a circle on the field and I was surprised with how many of them turned up. None of them had shifted yet but they were stretching and laughing. Some of the men were shirtless and showing off whatever muscle or abs they had, wrestling each other for fun. It looked like they were all happy to be there like it was some big game.