‘Oh, there you are!’

It’s Cameron. He only glances in my direction for a second, but even that’s enough to make me want to cover up. ‘I’ve been looking everywhere for you.’

‘You have?’ I squeak back. And yet you had to find me here …

‘Yeah,’ he says, peeling off his T-shirt and throwing it down on one of the benches. He keeps his eyes averted. Good locker-room etiquette, but he’s still making me nervous. He’s still got dirt on his face from the game, drops of sweat beading on the tips of his jet-black hair. ‘So is it true?’

‘Is what true?’

‘What Bec said.’

My heart stops. If she’s told Cameron I fancy him, I swear to God –

‘That my brother cheated?’

Relief floods through me.

‘Oh. Yeah. He pretended to be you. We shouldn’t have fallen for it, but –’

Cameron swears. ‘He’s such an asshole. Why didn’t you say something?’

‘As if anyone would have believed me.’

‘I’d have believed you,’ he says, glancing over again as he kneels to untie his shoes. He holds eye contact for a moment, and I try not to get flustered. ‘I don’t blame you for not speaking up, though. They can be kinda intimidating, but you know you can talk to me, right? Just because he’s my brother, it doesn’t mean I’m gonna take his side.’

‘I thought twins were supposed to have this unbreakable brotherly bond?’

He laughs, pulling off his shorts so he’s just in his black designer briefs. I turn away so I don’t feel like I’m staring. This is exactly why I hate communal showers – it’s unreasonable to expect anyone to act normal under these circumstances. It’s so much easier for straight people. They don’t have to deal with any of this.

‘I guess I was close with Ethan once,’ Cameron begins. ‘When we were younger. But we’ve both changed so much since then. These days I sometimes wish we weren’t related.’

Shucking his underwear, he comes to join me in the showers, no concrete divider, no nothing. Just his naked body confronting me.

‘I get that,’ I say, feeling my mouth go dry. I try to keep my gaze fixed firmly on the wall. He’s trying to open up to you. Don’t ruin the moment by making this weird.

‘Anyway,’ he says with a shrug, ‘it’s whatever.’

I feel like Cameron wants to talk about it more, but I don’t push it.

‘You know,’ he continues, rubbing shampoo into his hair, ‘I never understood why you didn’t join the rugby team. You’d be perfect, you know that?’

‘I can’t catch a ball to save my life,’ I say, feeling myself blush.

‘It just takes practice,’ he says. ‘And with your build? A little bit of training, you’d be unstoppable. I’m jealous, to be honest. I’ve always struggled to put on muscle.’

‘Muscle?’ I say, glancing down at my shapeless body. ‘There’s no muscle on me.’