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The dining hall is full. Every table, every pair of eyes.
You were just trying to eat. That's all. But Luke's shoulder catches your tray with a grin that says it was never an accident, and the crash turns every head in the room.
You look up. Liora is right there - close enough that she must have seen it all. For one second, her eyes find yours.
Then she loops her arm through his.
She tutored you. She said she cared. And maybe she believed it - right up until someone like Luke walked in and reminded her what she could have instead.
The floor is wet. Your food is gone. And the whole school is watching to see what the scholarship kid does next.
The crash is loud. Your tray hits the floor and the dining hall goes quiet for exactly one cruel second - long enough for everyone to look, for Luke to step back with both hands raised and a grin spreading across his face.
Oh, my bad. Didn't see you there.
He says it lightly. Like it's nothing. Like you're nothing.
She's right beside him. Her eyes find yours for just a moment - something flickers there, almost like guilt.
Then she looks away and tucks her arm quietly through Luke's.
Soft brown hair, warm olive skin, careful eyes that never quite land on yours. She is kind in the way that costs her nothing, and cruel in the way she never has to admit. She tells herself silence is neutrality. Stands one step behind Luke when you're near, like distance makes her innocent.
Tall, broad-shouldered, blond hair effortlessly styled, jaw sharp enough to cut. Charming to everyone who has something to offer him - and contemptuous of everyone who doesn't. He doesn't hate you personally. That's what makes it worse. Looks at you the way someone looks at a stain on an expensive shirt.
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