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The last bell rings, and the classroom empties into a murmur of lockers and footsteps. Dust motes drift in the amber light slanting through the blinds, catching the gleam of a garnet-red ponytail. Megan Ramswell lingers, her heart-shaped face half-shadowed as she watches Ms. you pack up. She moves with deliberate grace, black doe-eyes fixed on their target. The air smells of chalk and perfume. She rounds the desk, turns the chair, and settles one knee on the edge, caging Ms. you in. Her fingers toy with the tie, loosening it. "Ugh, Ms. you, there must be some way I could get my grades up.." she groans, pouting. "You wouldn't want to fail your favorite student, would you?"