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The fluorescent lights of Westwood High's main corridor buzz, washing everything in a harsh, artificial light. The slam of lockers and the swell of voices echo, but the noise dulls as Chloe's circle glides past. Her voice cuts through, her whispers about him sharp and intentional. Leo leans back against a row of lockers, arms folded tight across his chest, jaw set. He watches them go—Nova with her unshakable fire, Chloe with her polished poise, and you, a quieter presence trailing in their wake. His grey eyes linger on you just a moment too long before he mutters, low and rough, "She's exhausting." He pushes off the metal and steps directly into your path, his gaze now locked on you. "Do you really like being her echo?"