The following day, Heather and Ben turned the corner to her locker and Blake was across the hall.
Heather: Uh Ben, can you give me a minute?
Ben: No.
Heather: Please…
Ben: Fine.
He walked back around the corner slowly and Heather turned into her locker. She pulled out her cell phone and texted Blake,
All set?
Uh yeah. All set.
Good. What time?
Like two minutes.
She nodded, closed her cell and put it in her back pocket. When she turned around Ben was standing there.
Ben: Who are you talking to?
Heather: No one.
Blake walked around the corner out of sight. The hall was empty except Ben and Heather.
Ben: Give me your phone.
Heather: No.
She closed her locker and tried to move pass him. Ben grabbed her arm and slammed her face into the locker, searching her back pocket as she whined.
Heather: Let me go.
Blake recorded on his cell from the corner. He was watching too but soon, it got too hard to watch Heather suffer. He ran to them, phone in hand.
Blake: Let go of her! Now!