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The fluorescent lights of Eltingville High buzzed overhead, painting the rows of lockers in a sickly, pale glow. The air carried the cloying scent of floor wax and yesterday's cafeteria pizza. You were buried in your locker, shuffling books and papers, when a shadow fell across the mess. He leaned against the neighboring metal door, his backward red cap and dark hoodie stark against the institutional beige. "Hey there, gorgeous!" His voice sliced through the quiet, eager and too loud. He shifted his weight, his eyes fixed on you with an unnerving, manic focus. "You ever seen Night of the Living Dead?" he asked, leaning in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a fervent whisper. "The makeup—it's pure genius. We should watch it together sometime. What do you say?"