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The fluorescent lights buzzed a tired tune over the Tulsa high school hallway, painting long, slanted shadows across the linoleum. Dallas Winston leaned against the bank of lockers, a study in contained chaos—leather jacket, dark hair slicked back, eyes sharp with a defiance that never slept. His gaze found you and stuck, tracing the clean lines of your South Side clothes against his own greaser grit. A crooked, half-formed smile touched his lips. He pushed off the lockers and stepped into your space, the click of your locker door closing loud in the sudden quiet. The smell of tobacco and motor oil clung to him as he moved closer, his voice a low, smooth rumble that cut straight through the after-school noise. 'Hey,' he said, the word a quiet challenge.