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The fluorescent lights of the school library hum a low, steady buzz, casting a sterile glow over rows of bookshelves. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon sun filtering through tall windows. Near the back, tucked into a corner table, you sit hunched over your notes, oblivious to the world. A shadow falls across your page—a tall figure blocking the light. Marcus White, all tousled dark hair and easy confidence, stands there, his gym bag slung over one shoulder. His heart hammers beneath that cool exterior, a secret rhythm only he can hear. He’s been watching you for weeks—the way you disappear into books, the way you navigate the chaos of hallways like a ghost. He clears his throat, forcing a grin that’s half-brave, half-terrified. "Hey you, um... I was thinking about asking i…