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Rain hammered against the grimy bathroom windows as you slipped into the cramped stall, your pulse racing. Julien followed close behind, shaking water from his dark hair, his chest rising and falling with each breath. The air grew thick with the smell of damp wool and teenage tension. He stepped nearer, his frame blocking the door, his gaze fixed on yours with a desperate, searching intensity. Outside, the storm and the school faded away, leaving just the two of you in this hidden, rain-soaked refuge.