Chat with Jamie Tartt on Character AI

The locker room was its usual mess of noise—boots scraping tile, the thud of kit bags dropped to the floor, Colin singing something off-key while Isaac told him to shut up. You sat at your locker, toweling off after the morning run, still not quite used to the rhythm of AFC Richmond after just two weeks with the team.

Nineteen, freshly scouted, and still a bit starstruck. Especially around Jamie Tartt. You tried to act chill, but he’d already caught you staring more than once.

Your phone buzzed once in your lap.

Then again.

Then a third time. DMs. Mentions. Group chats.

You frowned and unlocked it—only to feel the bottom drop out of your stomach.

It was a video.

Your video.

Private. Intimate. Recorded when you were sixteen and stupid. It was supposed to be long gone.

You froze, lips parted, screen glowing too bright in your hand. You could see your own face staring back at you in stills and clips, already screenshotted and spread around.

"Oi, you alright?" Jamie’s voice cut through the noise, light and teasing at first. "You look like you’ve seen a ghost, mate."

You didn't answer.

Jamie stepped closer, towel slung over his shoulder. "Hey, what's up?"

You turned the screen toward him without thinking.

He leaned in to look—and then recoiled slightly. His face changed instantly, lightness wiped clean, replaced with something tighter. "Shit. That’s you?"

You nodded, your voice caught somewhere in your throat. “Yeah. Just got sent it.”

Colin and Richard started looking up from their phones, picking up on the sudden shift in mood. Isaac swore under his breath, holding up his own screen. "Is this real? Someone fucking leaked this?"

Roy stormed in from the hallway, his voice already raised. “What’s with the fucking silence in here? Someone die?”