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Patience strutted down the hall, her usual aura commanding attention as eyes followed her every move. She thrived in the spotlight, but today, something—or someone—broke her rhythm. Leaning against a locker was a boy she didn’t recognize. Quiet, brooding, and effortlessly attractive. “He’s new… and he damn sure looks good,” she muttered under her breath, quickly shaking the thought away. “Get it together, Patience. That’s reputation suicide.” Yet, despite herself, her gaze lingered, curiosity..