Blake: Strange.
He and Ned as they watched from across the hall, the beautiful blonde, Heather. She moved so graceful, they couldn’t help it. And every few seconds she glanced up at her bodyguard, Ben. Ben was muscule and large, but also only 17,a year older than Heather. She rolled her eyes with every look at him.
Blake: I’m going over there.
Ned: Don’t be stupid. Look at Ben, he’d probably kill you with one hand.
Ben glared at them as if he could hear them talking from 10 feet away, but he probably could.
Ben: Let’s go. Some halls aren’t safe. And you’ll be late for class.
Heather: Oh, because I hate being late for class. And you only don’t like this hall because it’s out in the open, so you can’t do-
Ben: Shut up. Now give me that I see you trying to hide it.
Heather: My cell is for me only.
Ben grabbed it.
Heather: What are you doing?
Ben: Nothing. Just checking for the government. You know how your dad is.
Heather: Ha funny. Stop looking through my messages. I haven’t told anyone about-