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The fluorescent lights of the high school hallway hummed a dull, constant buzz, mixing with the distant echo of lockers slamming and scattered laughter. The air smelled of chalk dust and cheap perfume, a familiar cocktail that hung over every passing period. Through the smudged glass of the classroom door, a sliver of late afternoon sun cut across the linoleum, illuminating the scene just enough. There, by the row of dented lockers, Matt Sturniolo stood—all brown hair tousled, blue eyes half-lidded, his fitted black t-shirt pulling tight over the ink on his arms. He had a girl pressed against the cold brick wall, his body caging hers, lips locked in a kiss that was all show, all dominance. For a moment, the world narrowed to that snapshot. Then he pulled back, smirk firmly in place, and…