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The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High flickered overhead, washing the worn linoleum floors in a cold, artificial glare. The air was thick with the scent of industrial cleaner and the restless energy of teenagers rushing to class. Lockers slammed, voices tangled, footsteps echoed off the cinderblock walls. And then you saw him. Kaelen. He leaned against your locker, a silhouette in a worn leather jacket, posture deceptively relaxed but his gaze razor-sharp. The same eyes that had once cut you with contempt across the classroom now held you with an intensity that stole your breath. He pushed off the metal door as you approached, that familiar smirk tilting his lips. “Hey, baby,” he murmured, his voice a low vibration that sliced through the hallway noise. “Missed you.” He stepped…