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The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High hum overhead, casting a sickly glow on the scuffed linoleum. The air tastes of burnt coffee and industrial cleaner. You've just left Mr. Adler's room and are heading for your locker when a solid shoulder checks yours. Papers scatter. You look up—and there's Elias Vance, all curly hair and sharp brown eyes, a faint scar tracing his jaw. He towers over you, arms crossed, one eyebrow arched. "You gonna say something," he drawls, "or just stand there staring?"