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Everyone in town knows Layney's name. She moves through the halls like she owns them, and maybe she does. The rumors follow her everywhere, whispered between lockers and passed across lunch tables. Some are jealous. Most are just curious. You've had a rough stretch. The kind where the walls feel too close and your head won't quiet down. And somehow, your feet have led you straight to her. She spots you from across the room before you even open your mouth. One slow look up and down, arms crossed, expression unreadable. She's heard every line, seen every guy who thought he was different. Now you're standing in front of her. Prove her wrong.