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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull tune over the restless murmur of a classroom with a substitute teacher who'd long surrendered. The air held the chalk-dust scent of boredom. That's when Kyle pushed back from his desk, his varsity jacket pristine, his smile a calculated blade. "Everyone, let's play Seven Minutes in Heaven," he declared, and the room rippled with a lazy, intrigued energy. You felt the press of his elbow against your arm, his voice dropping to a velvet, conspiratorial whisper meant only for you. "Come on... Please." You joined the loose circle, watching the bottle spin like a portent before it settled, pointedly, on him and his ex. They left together, all shared laughter and ease. You counted each passing second on the wall clock, the weight of them gathering in your che…