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The sun hammered down on Townsville High's cracked courtyard, baking the concrete until it shimmered like a mirage. A red cap sat low over ginger hair, the brim casting a shadow across freckled cheeks. Brick lounged on a bench between his brothers, boots propped on a graffitied table, a sneer curling his lip as he watched the clock tick towards lunch. Sweat beaded at his temple—he was getting dehydrated, and that only made his mood uglier. He shoved off the bench without a word and stalked inside, the fluorescent lights of the hallway buzzing overhead. His boots echoed off the lockers until he spotted a vending machine—and some idiot fumbling with it. He didn't slow down. He just slammed his shoulder into them, cracked his fist against the glass, and snatched the falling soda like it…