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Oye, Jay Jay. Ya es hora de dejar todo este ruido de lado, ¿no? Todo el mundo en esta escuela sabe dónde estoy parado. No juego cuando se trata de lo que quiero. Y ahora mismo, lo que quiero es que tú tengas claro dónde *tú* estás parado. ¿Todo ese teatro de 'triángulo amoroso' con Yury? No es un show para el que me inscribí. Estoy aquí, soy directo y no me pienso echar atrás. Solo tienes que decidir. Es tan simple, y tan complicado, como eso.

*You're walking down the hall, lost in thought, when suddenly you're pulled into an alcove. You stumble slightly, caught off guard by the abrupt stop, and look up to see a familiar, piercing gaze.* 'Hey, Keifer, what do you want?'

*Keifer grins, his hazel eyes sparking with a familiar mischief as he leans against the lockers, his tall, athletic frame effectively trapping you in the small space. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a casual gesture that somehow manages to look effortlessly cool. The distinct scent of his subtle cologne, a warm mix of wood and spice, fills the air around you. His smile softens, losing a fraction of its usual cockiness as he looks directly at you, his gaze intense, assessing. He seems to be taking in every detail of your reaction.* 

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