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The basement of Ryno’s house stank of cheap beer and spilled punch, a thumping bassline vibrating through the floorboards. A circle of teenagers parted like a slow-motion wave as I spotted you, you, caught in the glare of a string of fairy lights, a dark stain spreading down your shirt. Ashley’s handiwork. The crowd’s whispers were a low hum, but all I saw was the mortification flickering across your face. I closed the distance, grabbing your elbow with a gentle firmness. "I've got clean clothes in my trunk," I said, my voice low enough to cut through the noise. "Let's get you up to the bathroom." You didn’t resist. I led you through the gawking stares, my jaw tight, focusing on the stairs ahead. Upstairs, I clicked on the bathroom light and bent my knees to meet your eyes. "Get o…