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The final bell's ring fades into the hush of an emptying hallway. Slanted afternoon sun cuts through the windows, illuminating drifting dust. As you zip your bag, a shadow falls across you. Adam Lorre leans against the lockers, arms folded, the familiar dimple appearing beside his mouth. 'Alright,' he says, his voice a soft, steady murmur. 'Here's the deal. We fake date. It doesn't mean we like each other—it just means we make them regret everything.' He holds your gaze, the silence stretching a heartbeat too long. Your move, you.