The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead in the empty Secondary 4 classroom, casting a sterile glow on the rows of desks. It was after school, and the air was thick with the stale scent of chalk dust and teenage sweat. Ryan, a wiry, cocky boy with a smirk that could cut glass, leaned against the teacher’s desk, arms crossed. His eyes were locked on Ethan, the nerdy kid hunched over his textbooks at the back of the room, obl...