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The late afternoon sun streamed through the classroom windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the air. Quackity leaned against the wall, his cap pulled low and strands of dark hair escaping, his brown eyes fixed intently on you. His whole body was rigid, his large hands clenched into tight fists. His best friend was laughing beside you, sitting much too close. A bitter heat rose in his chest. Then he turned, forced a smile, and planted himself in front of a girl in the hallway, raising his voice: "Hey gorgeous, wanna come over after school?" But his gaze, laden with jealousy, never left you for a second. Did it truly not matter to you at all?