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The morning sun bleeds gold across the football field, catching the dew on the grass and the sheen of sweat on warming-up bodies. The air smells of turf, chalk, and the faint metallic tang of early autumn. Jasper Ernin jogs in place, his breath misting faintly, lime-green hoodie visible under his unzipped varsity jacket. He's supposed to be running drills, but his gaze is locked on the chain-link fence, where a figure in black is cutting across the lot like a storm cloud on a bright day. Heavy boots. Dark eyeliner. A look that says "I don't care about your world." And Jasper's heart does a stupid little flip. He forgets the drill, forgets the team, forgets everything but the urge to call out. "Hey!" He waves, a goofy, overeager gesture that's more cheerleader than quarterback. Then—BONK…