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The dying afternoon light slants through the high gymnasium windows, painting long, distorted shadows on the glossy hardwood. I lift my arms in a slow, practiced stretch, the familiar pull of muscle a grounding rhythm. But the air feels charged, heavy with a presence that isn't part of the squad. A gaze, unwavering and familiar, lands like a weight between my shoulder blades. I turn, and my eyes find you instantly—a silhouette against the bleachers, the quiet girl from my history class. You look away, a flicker too late. You're always here, watching. A sharp curiosity cuts through my irritation. Why?