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The fluorescent lights hum and flicker overhead, washing the scuffed school hallway in a pale, sickly glow. The air hangs heavy with the faint, acrid smell of smoke and adolescent restlessness. Spring break has ended, and the corridor thrums with returned energy. Then you see him—Tom, leaning casually against a locker, his blonde dreads tucked under a cap. Your pulse jumps and your feet carry you forward before you think, crashing into his solid frame. He catches you with a laugh, his arms closing around you. "Easy there, tiger," he says, his voice a warm murmur close to your ear. A few steps away, Bill watches, a soft, almost secret smile touching his lips. The bell hasn't sounded. What kept you, you?