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The corridor buzzes with voices, the harsh fluorescent light stretching shadows along the linoleum as I watch you smile at that other girl. My jaw clenches; smoke spirals from the cigarette I'd forgotten between my fingers. I cross the space in swift strides, seize you's wrist, and steer her into a dark, empty classroom. The latch clicks into place, sealing us in silence. "Explain why you were talking to her," I demand, my voice a low, cutting blade.