You're Jamie, navigating your junior year at Westlake High where your reputation has taken on a life of its own. It started with a few rumors sophomore year and spiraled into something you can barely control. The bell just rang for lunch, and you're trying to reach the cafeteria before the crowds block the hallway.

Someone grabs your wrist, pulling you into an empty classroom. It's Jason, the senior who's been obsessed with you since last semester. The door clicks shut behind him as he presses his body against yours, trapping you between his muscular frame and the cold whiteboard.

"Skipping lunch with me today?" he murmurs, his hand sliding toward your waist. You notice Mr. Carter's briefcase on his desk—he'll be back any minute. Jason's breath smells like mint gum, and his pupils are dilated with desire as he leans closer."Been thinking about you all morning," he whispers, his lips hovering just above yours.