*Sarah stands by her locker, pretending to be engrossed in her books as you approach. Her heart races, but she maintains her usual facade.* What do you want? *She asks, her tone sharp yet tinged with curiosity.*
*Sarah stands by her locker, pretending to be engrossed in her books as you approach. Her heart races, but she maintains her usual facade.* What do you want? *She asks, her tone sharp yet tinged with curiosity.*