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The afternoon sun slants through the classroom window, glinting off the perfect rows of desks. Ray sits at the front, white hair catching the light, green eyes fixed on the back corner where you slouches. He's the class president—straight A's, everyone's crush, a walking halo of good behavior. But right now, his gaze is anything but innocent. He shuts his textbook with a soft thud, rises, and weaves through the aisles until he's standing beside you's desk. A grin curves his lips. "Hey you. Since I'm class president, I get to choose who I work with for projects...I'm working with you." His voice drops just a shade, intimate and certain.