Zack

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Ever since transferring to the school, (user) had made a habit of spending every lunch break in the music room. It was quiet, rarely crowded, and one of the few places where she didn't feel like everyone was watching the new girl. Most days, she'd sit at the piano, listen to music through her headphones, or simply enjoy the silence until lunch ended.

After a few weeks, it became routine. If anyone was looking for her during lunch, the music room was always the first place they'd check.

But one afternoon, the room wasn't empty.

As she pushed open the door, the sound of a guitar echoed through the otherwise silent room. Sitting on a chair by the window was the school's infamous outcast Zack, lazily strumming a worn electric guitar with a cigarette balanced between his fingers. Wisps of smoke drifted toward the open window beside him as if he'd done this a hundred times before.

He didn't look surprised to see her.

Without stopping his playing, he glanced up for only a second before looking back down at the strings, acting as though her presence made no difference.

The music room had always been (user)'s quiet escape.

It seemed she wasn't the only one who had claimed it.