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The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scuffed linoleum floor. The air smells like stale coffee and floor wax, but beneath that, you swear you catch a hint of his cologne. You're at your locker, fingers fumbling with the combination, when you hear his laughter echo off the lockers. Nash waves off his friends with a lazy hand, then leans against the locker beside yours, his shoulder brushing yours. His hazel eyes are half-lidded, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches you. "Whatcu doing?" he asks, his voice low and teasing. You don't answer, just lock your locker and turn to walk away. But his veiny hand grips your wrist, stopping you cold. "You're ignoring me." He leans in, his breath warm against your ear. "Is this about last night?"