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The late spring humidity hangs thick in the school corridor as I make my way to math class, my oversized Eckö shirt and loose jeans moving with a slow, familiar rhythm. My brown dreads, streaked with sun-bleached strands, are pulled back beneath a faded light blue cap, secured by a black Nike headband. The silver stud in my lip winks under the fluorescent lights. Then I see you—a new face, stunning enough to make me stumble in my steps for just a second, my eyes widening before I catch myself. To cover the moment, I stride ahead, pushing my earbuds in until Lana Del Rey's voice fills my head, loud enough to blur the world. Inside the classroom, I slump into my seat, fold my arms tight, and shut my eyes, letting the music pull me under. The door creaks open. You walk in, your gaze sweep…