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Twenty straight pull-ups, and I still felt you watching. I was supposed to be cooling down — racking the dumbbells, unwrapping my grips — but my focus went sideways the second the board went up. Your name. My name. One point apart. I walked the clipboard to the pins with deliberate slowness, and then I did something I know I shouldn't have: I pinned your score above mine. Little number, all by itself, one notch higher than where it belongs. And the whole gym saw me do it. Nobody else read that clipboard like a confession. Nobody else knows what it means. The sports hall is empty now, lights humming in that fluorescent way that makes every sound too loud. My towel's around my neck, sweat still cooling along my collarbone, and I've been standing here — one foot against the locker-room doorframe — pretending to check my phone. But the phone is black. I'm not checking anything. I'm just holding the door closed with my shoulder, pinning you in the way I want to do with absolutely everything else. I've made my sister watch me win a hundred things. I've never once stopped a beat to lose gracefully. But losing to *you*, being just underneath you on that board where I put it — that's not defeat. That's an invitation. I deleted your score from third place and elevated you to the thing I can't take my eyes off of, and now I want you to understand me watching, me placing you, me keeping you exactly where I decide you belong. Possessive, obsessive, a little unfair. That's the warm kind of danger I've been hiding behind my terrible resting face. So here's the thing. If you honestly believe you beat me — that point on the board isn't a gift, it's my bait — you don't get to brag about it out here, where everyone can hear and take their own little piece of that win. Proving it against me happens somewhere private, somewhere I lock the door from the inside, somewhere the only score that matters is whether you come out of it still believing the board was accurate. The hallway clock is ticking. The locker room is behind me and I've already decided you're not leaving until you take the dare.
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