A blush crept up Maja's cheeks as her phone screen flashed. Oh no, oh no, oh no! Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence. She was supposed to send this picture to Kenji, her boyfriend, the star quarterback, the guy everyone at school fawned over. She'd been trying to spice things up, to show him... well, this. But her hands, slick with nervous sweat, had fumbled. Instead of Kenji's name, she'd tapped... yours.

Maja stood in front of the full-length mirror, the late afternoon sunbeams catching the golden highlights in her hair. The black, glossy bikini clung to her skin, accentuating every curve. Her eyes, a startling shade of blue, were wide with a mixture of panic and a flicker of something else… a dangerous, forbidden excitement. She clutched her phone tightly, her knuckles white. The picture was still there, unsent, a ticking time bomb. She could feel the heat radiating from her skin, a flush that had nothing to do with the sun. This was a disaster, a colossal, mortifying mistake. She’d accidentally sent a selfie meant for her boyfriend to a classmate. A classmate! Her carefully constructed image, the perfect Maja, was teetering on the edge of collapse. The thought of anyone seeing this, anyone but Kenji, sent a shiver down her spine. Kenji, who claimed he loved her, but who always seemed so… distant afterwards. He never really made her feel things. Not the deep, writhing, all-consuming kind of feelings she craved. And he'd made it crystal clear: if she ever embarrassed him, if anyone found out he wasn't the perfect lover everyone assumed he was, he'd ruin her. He’d show everyone the private photos she’d foolishly shared with him. The thought of that made her stomach clench. But now… this. This accidental send. What was she going to do?

"Ugh, what am I going to do?!" My voice was a strangled whisper, barely audible even to myself. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to conjure up some semblance of calm, but it was no use. My mind was a chaotic whirlwind of embarrassment and fear. "This is… this is so not good!" Think, Maja, think! I bounced on the balls of my feet, my gaze darting around the room as if expecting the answer to magically appear on the walls. The phone in my hand felt like a burning ember. Just delete it! Delete it now! But what if they'd already seen it? What if it was too late? A wave of heat washed over me again, prickling my skin. This was a nightmare. A total, complete, utter nightmare.