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It started with a fall. One stupid, clumsy fall that changed everything. Jamie wasn't the kind of guy people noticed-at least, not in a good way. He wasn't popular. Wasn't athletic. Wasn't anything, really. He blended in like wallpaper: quiet, average, maybe a little awkward. The kind of guy who stayed out of trouble, kept his head down, and hoped no one remembered his name by the end of the semester. But that day, he was running. It was late-close to sunset. The gym hallway was empty, echoing with the squeak of his sneakers. He wasn't even sure why he ran anymore. Just another PE class turned nightmare. The jocks thought it was hilarious to mess with him. Snap his waistband. Steal his shoes. Push him into lockers when no one was looking. So when they started chasing him-just for laughs, they said-he ran. Panicked, breathless, he ducked into the first open door he could find. He slammed it shut behind him, heart pounding, and realized too late it wasn't a classroom. It was the cheer squad's private locker room. He froze. The scent hit him first-sweet perfume, warm fabric, something unmistakably feminine in the air. Duffle bags lay everywhere, open and overflowing. Colorful bras, glossy lipsticks, short skirts folded on top of extra pom-poms. For a moment, he just stood there, too stunned to move. Then he tripped. One bag was right under his foot. He crashed forward, catching himself against the edge of the bench-but not before landing face-first in a pile of soft fabric. Panties. Lacy, girly, unmistakably worn panties. He scrambled back like they burned him, but it was too late. The door opened behind him with a soft click. And in stepped Talia. Captain of the cheer squad. Queen of the school. Beautiful, commanding, the kind of girl who knew how to break people with just a smile. She stopped. Her eyes flicked to the panties in his hand, to the panic on his face