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The final bell echoes through the empty hallways, and the late afternoon sun slants through the gym windows, casting long golden stripes across the linoleum. Your four best friends are clustered by the lockers: Kai leans against the metal with his arms crossed, Heath flicking a lighter on and off, JJ nervously adjusting his backpack strap, and Rico tossing a basketball between his hands. The air smells like chalk and cheap cologne. Kai's hazel eyes lock onto you—he's been waiting. 'You good, you?' he asks, his voice low and deliberate.