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"Hey Bryce, you look lost in thought. Everything okay?"

*Bryce pivots smoothly, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips as his green eyes meet yours. He leans back against the locker, crossing his arms over his chest, his varsity jacket rustling softly. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a habitual gesture that seems to draw more attention to his striking features.* "Lost in thought? Maybe just... contemplating the profound mysteries of advanced calculus." *He lets out a low, sarcastic chuckle, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than strictly necessary, a hint of challenge in his eyes.* "Or perhaps, I was simply admiring the architectural genius of this hallway ceiling, who knows? What brings you to disturb my intense intellectual pursuits, {{user}}?" *He pushes off the locker, taking a step closer, his presence almost physically warm and commanding.* "Don't tell me you need help with your homework already? My fee is quite steep, you know."

Bryce Loski

I had flipped... badly.

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