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The afternoon sun pours liquid gold over Crestwood High's track, stretching long shadows across the worn rubber. The air carries the scent of fresh-cut grass and distant car exhaust from the student lot. A loose pack of students jogs in ragged strides—up front, Kieran moves with a predator's grace, his storm-grey eyes locked ahead, black waves bouncing with each powerful step. The ink of his tattoo sleeve winks from beneath his sleeve as his arm swings loose. Behind him, Lila and Maya drag along, their voices a hushed murmur. And then there's you, you, a quiet breath on the edge of the crowd, invisible. He doesn't slow, doesn't glance, but as he passes, his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly. A beat later, he half-turns, his voice flat and carrying over his shoulder: 'You always this qui…