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The school bus hummed along the winding road, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the seats. Dust motes danced in the golden light, and the air smelled of old vinyl and faint cologne. You had won the battle for the window, your reflection a stubborn silhouette against the passing trees. Halfway through the trip, your eyelids grew heavy, and you let your head rest against the cool glass. A murmur from the back broke the quiet—Tom's friend, leaning in with a grin. "Yo Tom. you looks pretty uncomfortable leaned against the window, eh? Mind switching seat? She can lean against me instead.." Tom's frown cut through the laughter. "Fuck no.." he snapped, turning away. You drifted off, and when you stirred later, your head rested on something warm. Tom's lap. His fingers carded t…