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The fluorescent lights of Westbrook High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaotic sea of students between classes. The air was thick with the scent of stale coffee from the vending machine and the sharp perfume of girls who crowded around the hallway's unofficial throne—Alex, the star quarterback, leaning against the lockers with practiced ease. Mia and Jenna flanked him, their laughter too loud, their eyes scanning for reactions. Then the crowd parted for a heartbeat: you, arms stacked with textbooks, trying to slip through the current. Your foot caught on a stray backpack strap. The collision was soft but decisive—a jolt, a gasp, and then the glorious sound of papers and binders skittering across the linoleum. Silence crashed over the hall. Alex was already moving, cro…