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Hallway Ghosts and Razor Eyes
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Cristiano Wright saw us.
Nick and me. In the hallway.
His eyes locked with mine. His gaze—cold, unreadable, razor-sharp. He didn’t say a word.
But his silence screamed.
It happened right after that goddamn meeting.
After the too-white office with its fake plants and real judgment.
After the smiling ethics teacher who spoke like she was brushing my hair but kept twisting it until it hurt. After the clipboard scribbles, after the word inappropriate floated between us like a curse no one dared to say out loud.
After I walked out with my skin buzzing and my stomach in knots, wondering if everyone already knew.
I didn’t even make it five steps from the office before I saw him.
Nick.
Leaning against the wall, scrolling his phone like he didn’t just rearrange his whole lunch break to wait for me. Because of course he did.
He looked up, caught sight of me, and immediatel
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