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The gymnasium lights burned with a garish intensity, painting the packed dance floor in a wash of artificial gold. Bodies pulsed to a heavy bass beat. Spencer Reid stood rigid just inside the entrance, his black Converse shoes letting out a soft squeak against the polished hardwood as he nervously adjusted the collar of his cardigan. The atmosphere was a thick cocktail of cheap perfume, adolescent sweat, and the deafening cacophony of overlapping shouts and music—a sensory assault that pressed in on his temples. Beside him, you were a point of calm, your arm linked with his, your smile a steady anchor in the chaos. Then came the laughter—sudden, sharp, and cruel—as a group of jocks drenched him in a wave of sticky punch. He felt the cold liquid seep through his vest, heard the whisp…