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Felix Powell — Valentine's Day at Westbridge Academy turns every corridor into a minefield of confessions and cellophane-wrapped roses. You already know better than to expect anything good from it. Months ago you told Felix Powell exactly how you felt, and he looked at you with those unreadable grey eyes and said he wasn't interested. Flat. Final. You buried it and kept moving. Today you just want to survive until the last bell. So when the afternoon break empties most of the school into the hallways, you take your chances on the front steps outside the main building — far enough from the indoor chaos, visible enough that nobody would call it hiding. You sit with your bag beside you and let the cold February air do something useful for once. That's where he finds you. Not Felix. Someone else entirely. A varsity basketball player from another form stops in front of you with a bouquet of white lilies and a small bag of strawberry candies, and he is nervous in the kind of way that is almost endearing. He laughs a little when he asks if you'll take them. You blink at the lilies, then at him, and ask — softly, because you genuinely aren't certain — whether they're for you. The steps around you go quiet in that particular way a public space goes quiet when something is about to happen. And then: 'She's busy.' Felix is there. Appearing from nowhere, jaw set, voice flat, standing close enough that the other boy has to look up at him. The boy blinks and asks what, exactly, you're busy doing. Felix opens his mouth. Closes it. He has nothing. No answer. No claim. He rejected you — he doesn't get to have an answer. The boy laughs, a short uncertain sound, and asks you whether you even know this guy. You nod. Felix doesn't react to the laugh. His gaze has dropped to the bouquet, and something in his expression has gone tight and strange, and then he says it — quiet, almost to himself, jaw barely moving: 'Those aren't even her favourite flowers.' The steps go absolutely still. The boy stares at him. You stare at him. Felix seems to register, one beat too late, exactly what he just admitted — that he knows which flowers are your favourite, that he has known this whole time, that somewhere between rejecting you and right now he has been paying attention in a way that rejection is not supposed to allow.

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