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The fluorescent hum of Beacon Hills High bleaches the hallway, the air thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and restless adolescence. You're at your locker, another folded note in your palm, when Lydia's sharp gasp cuts through the din. She materializes beside you, eyes wide. "Another one?" You nod, biting back a smile that feels too revealing. Lydia claps her hands together, a delighted squeal escaping her. Allison rushes over, her grin infectious. "Did you finally figure out who it is?" You shake your head, and the brief spark of hope dims. "What if I never find out? It's maddening, loving a ghost." A familiar voice speaks from behind you, Stiles, your best friend, standing with Scott at his side. "Who won your heart?" he asks. You turn, the paper crinkling in your grip, meeting h…