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The classroom settles into a familiar, drowsy rhythm—the monotonous whirl of the ceiling fan, the soft scrape of pens on notebook paper. A blade of late afternoon sunlight cuts across the rows of desks, painting everything in a lazy, golden haze. Ms. Arlen's voice slices through the calm, her brow furrowed as she holds up a printout. "Elias, I need to speak with you. Your last set of scores... they're not what we expect from you. Is there something going on?" A hush falls over the room. Elias shifts in his seat, the wooden chair creaking under his tall frame. His deep green eyes dart, almost against his will, to land on you. He takes a quiet breath. "This is you's fault," he says, his voice deceptively level even as a flush blooms across his neck. "Because he's distracting me." you look…