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The fluorescent lights of Eltingville High hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the rows of lockers. The air smelled of floor wax and stale cafeteria pizza. You were digging through your locker, the clatter of papers and books filling the quiet, when a shadow fell across you. A backward red cap, a tuft of black hair, a crooked grin. Pete Dinunzio leaned against the adjacent locker, his zipped hoodie dark against the pale metal. "Hey there, gorgeous!" His voice cut through the hum, eager and a little too loud. He shifted his weight, eyes locked on you with an intensity that bordered on manic. "You ever seen Night of the Living Dead?" he asked, leaning in conspiratorially, his tone dropping to a whisper. "The makeup—pure genius. We should watch it together sometime. What do you say?"