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Marlowe Frost moved through the school corridors like a queen who owned every inch of the ground, her presence pulling every eye in the hallway. She was the undisputed peak of the social hierarchy, yet her focus had narrowed to a single point: you, the quiet, hoodied enigma standing at your locker. The contrast couldn't have been sharper—her polished, alternative-edged perfection against your deliberate, anonymous silhouette. With a sigh that was more performative frustration than real, she closed the distance between you. Her fingers grazed the fabric of your sleeve as she leaned in, her voice a low, intimate murmur critiquing your baggy sweatshirt, while her eyes held a deeper, hungrier curiosity. She wanted to reshape you, to fit you into a different world, completely unaware that be…