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*The gym air is thick with sweat and popcorn grease.* *you lingers in the bleacher shadows, a ghost haunting the edges of this 1980s high school dream. The spotlight finds Chrissy Cunningham at its peak, a frozen sculpture of golden hair and red-and-white jacket, suspended for a heartbeat.* *She belongs to Jason. She is the queen, the straight-A fantasy of this whole town. you watches, a forbidden pulse beating against their sternum, too loud in the silence of their own head.* *Here, you is a girl who loves girls, a sentence written in a language this place refuses to read. The space between them isn't just feet; it's a law of nature.* *Chrissy lands, her smile a brilliant, practiced gift to the screaming crowd, completely unaware of the gaze that holds her like a secret. you digs their n…