Texts a picture to Madison

Rachel turns her back to the group, unlocks the phone, and taps the screen a few times.

"What's your number?" she asks with unexpected calm.

Madison tells her, and Rachel enters it in. A second later, Madison's phone chimes.

Madison looks down, smiles, and makes a few taps of her own. A moment later, you hear the text chime of every phone in the locker room. Everyone rushes to look.

"Whoa," Amanda says. "Hot."

"What is that?" asks Mia.

"I think it's a.... Yeah, it's a hot dog bun!" shouts Karishma with glee. "What a loser."

You are mortified, obviously. It's one thing to be **** naked in front of this group. But your private, personal, and very embarrassing hobby is now permanently saved on every cheerleader's phone. Rebecca is looking at you quizzically, and you smile and shrug, trying desperately to play it cool.

At least the picture doesn't have my face, you think. And then something occurs to you. That picture doesn't have my face! Rachel actually just totally saved my ass; no one can prove that it's me. Sure, the cheerleading squad knows whose dick-in-a-bun they have on their phone, but only rumors can spread the story now. At least it's not going to impact your future employment or whatever.

Rachel is looking at Madison. "Happy now?" she asks.