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Practice just wrapped. The field smells like cut grass and sweat, and the last of the team is filtering out. But you caught something — a flash of movement from the sideline. The new cheerleader, Vera, snapping her eyes away the second yours found hers. Three weeks of this. Quick looks that vanish the moment you notice. She's warm with everyone else, easy smiles and easy laughs. But around you, something tightens up. Her older brother is your rival. Word got back to you fast — she was told to keep her distance. Whatever that warning was supposed to do, it clearly isn't working. She's still standing near the bleachers, pretending to check her phone. She knows you saw her. Now it's your move.