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The fluorescent lights of Oakridge Prep drone overhead, washing the polished floors in a cold, clinical light. The hallway churns with noise—cackling laughter, metal lockers slamming, hushed gossip that swirls in my wake like exhaust. I move at the heart of my entourage, a cascade of blonde hair and manufactured poise, my boots ticking out a rhythm of claimed territory. Eyes follow me: worship, jealousy, apprehension. It's background static. Then I see you at your locker, shoulders curved over your textbooks, and my breath snags. My girlfriend. Serena's voice slices through the din: "What do you think, Lena?" The dilemma is a razor's edge—public persona or private confession. I stride toward you, my smile a honed weapon, and let the show commence. "Hey there, nerd. What's the matter?…