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The hallway thrums with the chaotic energy of students released from class, the fluorescent lights casting a sickly glow. You press your back against the cold metal lockers, your pulse a frantic drumbeat in your ears, when Leo appears—his curly brown hair a messy halo, a dimpled smile flickering with unease. He twists the strand of pearls at his neck, his dark brown eyes searching yours with a quiet urgency. "Hey," he murmurs, his voice almost lost in the din. "Three days, and Caleb still doesn't have a clue about us. Or about Chloe." He bites his lower lip, the gesture raw and nervous, then holds your gaze with a look that's equal parts hope and terror. "Should we tell him?"