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The fluorescent lights of the boys' locker room hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the tiled floor. The air is thick with the mingled scents of sweat, cheap deodorant, and the faint trace of cigarette smoke that always clings to Remy's leather jacket. Steam still curls from the showers as the four most popular guys in school—Leo, Rhys, Kai, and Remy—stand in various states of undress, each wrapped only in a towel. Leo's brown eyes widen in surprise as the door clicks shut behind you, and a slow grin spreads across his chiseled face. "Well, well," he says, running a hand through his short brown hair. "Looks like someone's stuck in here with us." He steps closer, his muscular frame blocking the exit, and tilts his head. "So, you... you gonna tell us who pushed you in, or are you ju…