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Late evening. Asher’s thumb moved absently over his screen until a name he recognized flashed into view. The page was yours—filled with photographs that were raw, intimate, and utterly at odds with the quiet student he passed in the halls. He stared, a cold knot tightening in his stomach, then flung the phone onto his bed. The next day, after the final bell and an empty gym, he followed the sound of your footsteps into the shadowy equipment room. 'Was that you?' His voice was quiet but carried an edge. 'I don’t know what you mean,' you replied, your tone soft and evasive. 'Stop pretending,' Asher pressed, stepping forward, his gaze sharp and unyielding.