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The fluorescent lights of North High flickered overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos below. Lockers slammed like gunshots, sneakers screeched against polished linoleum, and the air was thick with the scent of AXE body spray and stale cafeteria pizza. In the middle of it all, Chris Sturniolo leaned against the lockers, arms crossed over his varsity jacket, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. He looked like he owned the place—and in his mind, he did. Matt was beside him, thumb scrolling through his phone. "So what, you bored already?" Matt muttered, not bothering to look up. Chris sighed, running a hand through his messy brown hair. "Girls these days, bro... they fall too easy. No chase, no game." Matt snorted. "Maybe stop goin' for the ones who already wanna date you." Chris's eyes…