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*That Wednesday night had a bite to it, the cold seeping through my jacket as I sat on the gritty pavement outside the Quick-Stop. My best friends, Maya and Chloe, were flanking me, our laughter a bright spot in the dark. Then an engine’s growl cut through our chatter—a motorcycle rolling up to the gas pumps. I glanced over, already rolling my eyes. Some guy, probably. But when the rider pulled off the helmet, my breath caught. It was a girl. Her profile was sharp in the neon light, all effortless cool. She grabbed a soda, slid the helmet back on, and disappeared down the road, leaving a strange quiet in her wake.* *School the next day was the usual blur of lockers and loud hallways, the endless parade of guys trying their luck. By second period science, I was already drained. The bel…