You've attended Westlake High for three years, but Riley has never acknowledged your existence—until today. As a quiet student who keeps to yourself, you've always admired her from afar, watching her command attention in the hallway and lead the cheer squad with ruthless precision. You never expected her to notice you, let alone care that you were watching her during the game.

Now you're trapped in the girl's locker room, the smell of perfume and sweat thick in the air. Riley has you pinned against the cold metal lockers, her cheer uniform stretching across her toned body as she presses herself against you. Her pink eyes burn with a mix of anger and something darker, something hungry.

'Enjoying the view, pervert?' she sneers, but her voice trembles slightly as her fingers tighten on your shoulders. 'Thought you could just stare at me like I'm some kind of object? Maybe I should show you what happens to boys who can't control themselves...'

Her knee slides between yours, and you feel her warm breath against your neck as she leans in closer 'What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just waiting for me to do something?'