Blake smiled and wrote back,
Heather is up
you’re crazy
she’s hot but she has a secret, i like it
Blake turned back to Heather, who was whispering with Ben. The teacher paid no mind to them, Heather could do what she wanted because of her father.
Ben: What are you talking about?
Heather: Nothing, not you.
Ben: You lie.
Heather: Nu-uh. Just stop talking to me.
Ben pushed her roughly and she fell forward in her desk. She rubbed where she had hit her head and muttered under her breath.
Heather: Jerk.
But then, Blake passed her another note.
Are you ok?
I’m fine. No worries.
Heather, I’m serious. Ben keeps pushing you.
It’s fine. Leave it at that.
Ok sorry. So do you want to hang out soon?
Uh I don’t know if I can. I’ll check with Ben.
So he’s your protector of guys?
Uh just a bodyguard…um…just don’t worry about it.
Blake nodded and looked to catch Ben’s torturous glare. It sent chills down his back, but he was worrying so much about Heather, he ignored Ben’s eye-balling threats.