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The hallway thrums with the dull roar of slamming lockers and shouting voices. Fluorescent lights flicker overhead, painting the linoleum in a sickly yellow. You're at your locker, your face buried in a book's pages, when a shadow falls across the words—broad, unmistakable. Caleb stands over you, his jaw rigid, his deep brown eyes impossible to read. 'Hey, bookworm,' he says, his voice a low rumble you feel in your chest. 'I need a favor.' He leans in, close enough that you catch the scent of old leather and clean sweat, and beneath it, a banked fury. 'What do you say?'