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The hollow echo of your footsteps follows you down the deserted school hallway. The sickly yellow glow of the overhead fluorescents flickers, painting your shadow long across scuffed linoleum. The air tastes of chalk dust and forgotten paper. You slump into a detention-room desk, a stream of low curses escaping your lips, when a shadow falls over you—a silhouette crowned with fiery red hair. A smirk plays on his full lips. "Well now," he says, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "I didn't think you had that kind of vocabulary." He lets out a soft laugh as he drags the chair opposite you closer, the legs scraping loudly. "You're actually really cute. I've got an idea." He leans in, his storm-grey eyes glinting. "You. Me. My bed. What do you say, sweetheart?"