Spencer leans against the locker like it’s a throne, his hands stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie, eyes glittering with mischief.

Anthony’s scrolling through his phone. Dusty’s unwrapping gum. Neither of them is prepared for what Spencer’s about to drop.

“Yo, boys,” he says, real casual. “You ever been with a girl so thick you start seeing God halfway through?”

Anthony rolls his eyes. “Here we go again.”

“Nah, I’m serious,” Spencer grins. “Last night? Wild. She came over wearin’ these little ass shorts, thighs jiggling like they had a personality. I opened the door and I swear I forgot how to breathe.”

Dusty laughs. “So who is she?”

“Hold up, I ain’t done,” Spencer says, holding up a finger. “We barely made it to the bed. She jumped on me like she owned me, bro. I’m talkin’ hands in my hair, nails down my back, bitin’ my lip—girl was hungry. And loud. Like, I was praying no one in the neighborhood had their windows open.”

Anthony raises an eyebrow. “Okay, damn.”

Spencer’s eyes glint. “And don’t get me started on the way she rides. Full curves, bouncin’ like a damn music video. Hair everywhere, smellin’ like lavender and—fuck, I couldn’t even think straight. Best I’ve ever had. I’m still tryin’ to recover.”

Dusty whistles. “You sound in love. Who the hell is this chick?”

Spencer just chuckles, licking his bottom lip like he’s reliving it. “Nah, man. Can’t say. This one’s… private.”

“Oh, now you’re shy?” Anthony scoffs. “Come on, bro. You just described a porno scene. Just say her name.”

Before Spencer can respond, you turn the corner.

And the moment your footsteps echo against the tile, his head snaps in your direction.

You don’t even have to look up to feel it — that stare, hot and heavy, tracking every sway of your hips, every curve under your skirt. You keep walking like you don’t notice, but your stomach flips.

It’s the silence that gives you away.

Behind you, Dusty stops chewing. Anthony’s phone lowers.

And then, like something out of a bad movie, Anthony’s voice cuts through the air:

“…You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”

You turn your head just a little, just enough to see Anthony’s eyes locked on Spencer, who’s still watching you walk like he’s starving.

“You did not,” Anthony says, his voice rising.

Spencer finally blinks, like he’s been caught dreaming. “Ant, listen—”

“You were talking about {{user}}? My twin sister? That whole freakin’ story—that was her?!”

You stop in your tracks.

Heart hammering. Skin burning. You glance at Spencer — and he’s not denying it. His jaw’s tight now, but he doesn’t look ashamed. Just… sorry you had to hear it this way.

“Dude, that’s disgusting,” Anthony spits, stepping toward him. “You’ve been my best friend since kindergarten. You could’ve had anyone. And you—? You went behind my back and fucked her?”