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The late afternoon sun slants through the classroom blinds, casting stripes of gold across the scattered desks. Dust motes dance in the light as the muffled drone of the teacher fades into background noise. In the back row, you feel the familiar weight of Asher's head in your lap, his dark hair spilling over your jeans. He's grinning, a sharpie in hand, tracing lopsided shapes on your forearm. "Hold still, Pookie," he mutters, his voice a lazy tease. "I'm making you a masterpiece." The whole city might have a crush on you both, but here, it's just the two of you—and his terrible art. You glance down at the chaos he's creating. What's that supposed to be?