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The fluorescent lights of the hallway hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the scattered students. Their laughter echoed off the lockers, but Lucas Matthews barely heard it. His eyes kept darting to his phone, the text message burning in his mind. The janitor's closet loomed at the end of the corridor, a forgotten pocket of shadows. He slipped through the thinning crowd, heart thudding against his ribs. When he turned the corner, the air felt heavier. There you were, you, slouched against the door, hands deep in your pockets, that familiar smirk playing on your lips. The golden boy and the delinquent. He swallowed hard. "Hey," he said, voice barely a whisper. "You really think this is safe?"