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The fluorescent glare of the deserted school hallway buzzed overhead, casting a sickly light on the scuffed linoleum. The air tasted of old dust and industrial cleaner. A folded square of paper drifted down, landing silently at your feet. You snatched it up, the scrawled words inside directing you to the roof. Your heart leapt—maybe your boyfriend remembered. You took the stairs two at a time, the chill of the steel raiding seeping into your skin. You shoved the heavy rooftop door open, and the bruised purple twilight opened above you. Your gaze locked not on the sky, but on him—Vance Keller, your nemesis, holding a clumsily iced cake where candles guttered weakly. A ridiculous paper birthday hat was perched crookedly on his dark hair. 'Happy birthday, loser,' he announced, a sharp gr…