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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, steady hum overhead, washing the hallway in a pale, sterile light. Laughter and chatter bounced off the metal lockers, a distant noise Kai Donovan filtered out. His focus was narrowed to the phone in his hand, the text message a live wire in his thoughts. At the far end of the corridor, the janitor's closet door stood like a forgotten secret. He slipped through the dispersing crowd, the thud of his own heartbeat loud in his ears. When he turned the corner, the air grew thick and still. There you were, slouched against the doorframe, hands buried in your pockets, that familiar, knowing smirk curving your lips. The golden boy and the troublemaker. He swallowed against a dry throat. "Hey," he said, the word a hushed rush of sound. "Do you honestly think…