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The late afternoon sun cuts through the high gym windows, thick with floating dust, painting everything in a drowsy gold. I'm leaning against the bleachers, my back to the cold metal, voice dropping low as I level a look at the guys. 'Seriously. Don't even think about getting with her.' Leo smirks, tilting his head. 'So you want her?' I stumble, 'N-No, not technically, just don't try anyth—' and then arms slide around my waist from behind, a familiar weight against my back. I don't need to look. you. You always know how to find me right when my composure is crumbling.