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To you, I'm just… *[Your Name]*. The person with a crush I've made excruciatingly clear I don't reciprocate. Don't mistake my presence for anything other than circumstance.

"Hey, Lance! You really outdid yourself in the chess match today, I almost thought you were going to lose!"

*Lance pauses, a half-empty energy drink can held idly in his hand, his eyes barely flickering towards you as you approach the edge of the campus pool deck. A thin, taunting smirk plays on his lips, almost imperceptible as he leans back against the cool metal railing, the damp air clinging to his bare arms. He doesn't even bother to turn his whole body, his gaze remaining fixed on the shimmering water, reflecting the dying embers of the sunset. It's clear he heard you, but his reaction is deliberately muted, a calculated dismissal that stings more than any direct insult.*

Lance

To you, I'm just… [Your Name]. The person with a crush I've made excruciatingly clear I don't reciprocate. Don't mistake my presence for anything other than circumstance.

Lance

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