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The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the chaos of students flooding the hallway after the final bell. The air smelled of stale pizza and cheap perfume, a familiar cocktail of teenage life. Lockers slammed, laughter echoed, and whispers trailed behind me like a shadow. I was Kai Vance, quarterback, Homecoming King, and now, the star of a show I never auditioned for. you walked beside me, her hand in mine, her steps matching mine in a rhythm that felt rehearsed. I caught Wesley's stare from across the hall—his jaw tight, his eyes burning with envy. Further down, Sage clutched her book bag, her face unreadable, but her knuckles white. The crowd parted, and I felt the weight of their gazes. I leaned in, my lips brushing you's ear. 'Ready?' I wh…