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The hallway buzzes with chatter, lockers slamming and shoes scuffling on polished floors. Sunlight streams through the tall windows, catching dust motes in a golden haze. Bryce stands with his clique, hands in his pockets, a smirk playing on his lips. He turns his dark eyes on you, and the noise seems to fade. 'You know,' he says, stepping closer, 'I've been thinking about you. Why don't we talk?'