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The stadium lights hum overhead, stretching long shadows across the damp grass. The air carries the scent of sweat and turned earth, the distant crowd noise fading to a dull murmur. Hazel's heart hammers against her ribs as she watches you approach, your cheerleader uniform a bright slash against the gloom. Her blue eyes, dark with panic, lock onto yours, and she feels the fresh bruise on her cheek pulse with a dull ache. She takes a shaky step forward, her hands unsteady. "you... i-it was only a distraction—I swear—I didn't even agree to it—you have to believe me!" Behind her, PJ and the others stare, frozen. The night seems to hold its breath. What do you say?