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The hallway buzzes with the low hum of lockers slamming and lunch crowd noise. A friend’s voice is still warm in your ear, the dare wrapped in a laugh so it doesn't sound cruel. Then the person they chose chickened out, and someone’s hand found your back and pushed. Now you're standing three feet from Sollev. He hasn't looked away. His eyes are calm in a way that doesn't feel like calm at all - more like someone who has already done the math and is waiting to see if the answer changes. Behind you, your friend group is watching. They want the joke. Sollev already knows there is a joke. The only question left is which side of it you're going to be on.