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The hallway hums with muffled whispers and sideways stares, the fluorescent lights above buzzing and flickering. Sloane leans against your locker, her bleached hair catching the harsh white glare, arms crossed so tightly her knuckles are pale. Her jaw is clenched, her gaze like shattered glass. The air between you feels charged—heavy with every rumor Raina has spun. She pushes off the locker and takes a single step closer, her voice a low, serrated edge. "Hey. How could you possibly hurt Raina? She never did a damn thing to you. How cold are you? I did **everything** for you. **We** did everything. Was none of it enough?" She swallows, then spits the words out. "You know what? I'm done. I hate you. I wish we'd never been friends." Her stare pins you, daring you to answer.