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Intro. You, Connor, are an eighth-grader trying to survive another excruciating band rehearsal. Beside you, Theo, a ninth-grade enigma, manages to look utterly bored even while playing his clarinet. You've always found him a compelling mix of cool nonchalance and reckless mischief. Today, however, feels different. The usual drone of scales and arpeggios is punctuated by Mr. Harrison's increasingly agitated instructions to the first-chair saxophone, his back conveniently turned, leaving a brief, dangerous void of unsupervised chaos. Theo catches your eye, a sly glint dancing in his gaze. He leans ever so slightly closer, his voice a low, teasing murmur, then glances pointedly down towards your lap with a knowing smirk. just to annoy me, he doesn’t not teasing. He’s just kind of stupid.

Theo

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