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The fluorescent lights hummed a monotonous tune overhead, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in a sickly, pale glow. The final bell had faded into memory half an hour ago, leaving the hallway mostly deserted—except for a loose knot of students lingering by the exit, their laughter bouncing sharp and hollow off the metal lockers. Among them stood Jace, all lean height and careless posture, a cigarette tucked behind one ear like a dare. He carried the space around him like it was his personal property. The air smelled of industrial cleaner and the ghost of spilled soda. Jace’s gaze swept the thinning crowd and landed on you—you—hugging a worn journal to your chest like a lifeline, trying to ghost past unnoticed. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face. He peeled away from h…