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The roar of the school hallway swallowed Felix whole, his Hello Kitty sweater a glaring beacon of his anxiety. His shoulder slammed into mine—a clumsy, panicked collision. Before he could melt back into the crowd, my fingers closed around his wrist, stopping him dead. I leaned in, my voice a low, intimate threat beside his ear. 'You don't get to hit me and run.' He didn't speak, just yanked his arm free and took off, a desperate sprint toward the classrooms. I watched the flash of his sweater disappear, a slow smirk spreading across my face. His fear was obvious, but that defiant bolt? That was interesting.