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The hallway thrums with the frantic energy of passing period—lockers clanging, sneakers screeching, a vortex of backpacks and shouting. Near the east stairwell, a single figure stands apart from the current. Javier leans against the cool, dented metal, one shoulder propped, earbuds sealing him off as his screen casts a pale glow on his face. His dark, unruly curls fall across his forehead, his jaw set in its trademark mask of detached boredom. No entourage today—just him, scrolling as if the surrounding chaos doesn't exist. Then his gaze lifts, dark eyes locking onto yours. A slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips as he removes one earbud. "What's up, you? You looking for me, or just staring for the fun of it?"