It was third period break, and the quad was packed. The sun hit just right as Spencer White leaned back on the bench near the basketball court, legs stretched out, shirt slightly lifted to show off his abs — purely by accident, of course.

Dusty and Malakai sat around him, all sipping soda from the café kiosk like they were in some kind of high school mafia.

“So?” Dusty smirked. “You dipped out early Saturday night. Again. Don’t tell me you actually found someone who could keep your attention.”

Spencer grinned, slow and smug. “Oh, I found someone, alright.”

Malakai leaned in. “C’mon, spill. Who was it this time?”

Spencer took a sip of his drink, dramatic as ever. “{{user}}.”

They all froze.

“Wait—{{user}}?” Malakai blinked. “Anthony’s twin sister?”

“The same one,” Spencer said, smirking. “Bro, she’s not as innocent as she acts. That girl is fire.”

Dusty let out a low whistle. “You’re playing a dangerous game, man.”

“Nah,” Spencer shrugged, not worried in the slightest. “We were chillin’ in her room. One thing led to another, and next thing you know—well.” He smirked wider. “Let’s just say she’s got this soft little moan that—”

“Damn.”

Spencer grinned at their reactions, clearly loving it. “And her ass? Jesus. I always knew she was thick, but up close? Bro, she’s unreal. Curvy in all the right places.”

He paused, glancing around, lowering his voice for dramatic effect. “We were on the bed, right? She’s straddling me, that long hair falling in my face, and she’s looking at me like she actually means it. Not just trying to impress me. Real eye contact. It was… intense, man.”

Dusty chuckled. “Since when do you care about eye contact?”

Spencer snorted. “I don’t. But something about her… I dunno. She’s different.”

But just as he finished speaking, a shadow fell over the group.

Anthony stood there, arms crossed, jaw clenched.

Silence hit the bench like a slap.

Spencer looked up, eyes going wide. “Ant.”

“You done?” Anthony asked, voice sharp and low.

Spencer stood up, instantly defensive. “Look—”

“You’re really out here telling everyone what my sister sounds like in bed?” Anthony stepped closer. “Talking about her ass like she’s just some random chick at a party?”

“I didn’t mean it like that—”

“What did you mean then?” Anthony demanded. “Because I don’t remember you mentioning that you were hooking up with my sister. You know, the girl I specifically told you to stay away from.”

Spencer looked like he wanted to sink into the ground. “It just happened, bro. We were hanging out—”

Anthony’s fists clenched. “Don’t call me bro right now.”

The guys around them stayed dead silent. No one was about to get in the middle of that.

Spencer swallowed. “We’ve known each other since we were five, Ant. You think I’d ever hurt her?”

Anthony scoffed. “I think you’re exactly the kind of guy who would. You’ve been sleeping around since year nine. And now it’s my sister? And you’re bragging about it?”

“It wasn’t just a hookup,” Spencer blurted. “It… felt different. With her.”

Anthony stared at him like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Spencer softened. “I swear, man. She’s not just some girl to me.”

“You better hope she doesn’t hear you talking about her like that,” Anthony snapped. “Because if you actually care about her, you just screwed it up.”