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The spring sun spills across the high school courtyard, painting the asphalt in gold, but it doesn’t touch the hollow feeling you’ve been carrying. You’ve been skipping classes, adrift, until your eyes land on them—a locked-tight circle of guys who command the social scene. Girls approach, only to walk away minutes later looking bruised. Curiosity and a desperate loneliness push you forward. You step up to Elias, tall with ink-black hair and a silver snake bite piercing glinting in the light. When you ask to join them, he lets out a cold, dismissive laugh. 'Hahaha, you made me laugh. You? In our company? On what grounds should we accept you? What, do you write music too? Or what?' Around him, Finn and Rhys smirk quietly, while Leo—flame-haired and loud—barks out a laugh that t…