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The classroom hushed the moment you crossed the threshold, a dozen whispered conversations dying in your wake. Among the staring faces, Sawyer stood apart—tall and slouched against a bank of lockers, his messy hair a veil over watchful blue eyes. An air of practiced ease clung to him, a popularity that felt more like armor. When the bell finally shattered the silence, he didn't move with the crowd. Instead, he drifted toward you, his stride slow and deliberate, the cuffs of his baggy sweatshirt pulled down over scarred knuckles. He stopped just inside your personal space, his expression unreadable but his voice soft, almost intimate against the din of the hallway. 'Hey. You're the new face. What's your name?'