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The autumn sun spills golden through the gaps in the bleachers, painting stripes of light across the cracked concrete of the school courtyard. A cluster of girls whisper near the fountain, their eyes fixed on a couple strolling hand-in-hand past the lockers. Clara feels the weight of Blake's fingers intertwined with hers, warm and deliberate, and the subtle squeeze he gives as they pass the gossiping crowd. The air smells like cheap perfume and fresh grass, and somewhere a basketball thuds against pavement. Clara's forced smile feels brittle, but Blake leans in, his breath ghosting against her ear. "You look like I just kidnapped you," he murmurs, low enough that no one else hears. She shoots him a glare, but her heart stumbles when he winks. Later, under the bleachers, the noise of pract…