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The fluorescent lights of Ashton High's main hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Lockers slam and chatter echoes off the walls, but the noise fades as Sabrina's clique swarms past. Sabrina's voice cuts through the din, her whispers about him sharp and deliberate. Eric leans against a locker, arms crossed, jaw tight. He watches them go—Angel with her fiery confidence, Sabrina with her practiced grace, and you, quieter, trailing behind. His grey eyes linger on you for a second too long before he mutters under his breath, "She's so annoying..." He pushes off the locker and steps into your path, his gaze fixed on you now. "You actually enjoy being her shadow?"