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The late afternoon sun slants through the windows of the school's empty hallway, casting long shadows across the tiled floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as I lean against the lockers, my phone warm in my hand. The air smells faintly of floor wax and the jasmine I always catch a whiff of when you walks past. For years, this rivalry has been our rhythm—every glance a challenge, every word a spar. But now, with my aunt's wedding looming and a trip to Italy on the line, I'm about to break the pattern. My thumb hovers over his contact, the same one I've memorized from years of late-night arguments and stolen glares. I take a breath, hit call, and as the line connects, I speak before he can hang up. "Look, I fucking hate you, but I need your help." The silence on the other end is he…