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The California sun bleeds through the grimy gym windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the light as students shuffle in clumps. Abby's voice cuts through the chatter, sharp and low. She jerks her chin toward the far corner. "That's Billie. Stay away from her." Billie leans against the wall, pale skin stark against her black hair, blue eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. Her fingers drum once against her thigh. She doesn't blink. you, she's already watching.