I rolled my eyes and picked up my phone when it started buzzing. Mila sent me a message that told me she heard Ben talking to someone and to discreetly listen to the video. I unplugged my ear-buds from my iPod and plugged it into my phone. I heard some static, and then Ben and some other guy arguing.
"Just dump her," the voice said, "she's nothing compared to Emily, I mean, dude, just look at Emily's boobs! They're freaking huge,"
"Okay," I heard Ben say, "What else about Emily is so great?"
"Well she's captain of the cheer-"
"I don't care about cheer-leading," Ben interrupted, "Tell me what's so bad about Sheelin,"
"She's nothing, man," the guy responded, "She's a part of some shitty gang and they don't even deal,"
"You don't even know her," Ben replied calmly.
"I know that you won't get any from her," the guy said. It must be Thomas. He and Emily were friends with benefits, or so the rumors said.
"Well maybe I don't want any from her. Maybe I just want a person who knows me for me and who will be her self around me. Did that ever cross your mind, Thomas?" I was right. Thomas just made the top of my shit-list. Well, him and Emily.
"Just give Em a chance," Thomas pleaded.
"What is it with Emily? Why are you so obsessed with her?"
"I just think you two would be great together, you know? I mean, you two could rule the school,"
"I already said I'm not interested. I never asked for this,"
"Jesus, she's already tweaked your brain! I swear, there's something about those goddamn Irish. They're just trash," I heard something slam into a locker. Mila had taken a chance and slid the camera of the phone around the corner. I could see that Ben had Thomas pinned.
"Take it back," Ben growled, "Take it back or I will destroy you. If you ever speak badly about her again, I will know and I will hurt you. She is mine and I am hers. End of story. There is no Emily in my life. She's shallow and loose. That's right, I know all about your guys' trips to the gazebo. It's her fault that Sheelin is mad at me and it just makes me hate Emily more. Remember, don't even think about Sheelin and don't tell Emily what happened here," I saw Thomas fall to the ground and crumple in a heap.
"Hey, man," he said shakily, "I get it, but she's going to your place tonight,"
Ben groaned, "I forgot I promised to let her study at my place. If I ever talk to you again, remind me to never make promises weeks in advance,"
"Alright, you got it," Thomas replied nervously.
I closed my eyes and recalled everything that had happened. Something nudged my foot. I took out my ear-buds and looked behind me.
"Hey, are you alright?" Ben asked. I nodded. "Okay, just had to make sure. Anyways, I was asking if you were done with French and wanted to join us in the kitchen for pizza,"
"Just dump her," the voice said, "she's nothing compared to Emily, I mean, dude, just look at Emily's boobs! They're freaking huge,"
"Okay," I heard Ben say, "What else about Emily is so great?"
"Well she's captain of the cheer-"
"I don't care about cheer-leading," Ben interrupted, "Tell me what's so bad about Sheelin,"
"She's nothing, man," the guy responded, "She's a part of some shitty gang and they don't even deal,"
"You don't even know her," Ben replied calmly.
"I know that you won't get any from her," the guy said. It must be Thomas. He and Emily were friends with benefits, or so the rumors said.
"Well maybe I don't want any from her. Maybe I just want a person who knows me for me and who will be her self around me. Did that ever cross your mind, Thomas?" I was right. Thomas just made the top of my shit-list. Well, him and Emily.
"Just give Em a chance," Thomas pleaded.
"What is it with Emily? Why are you so obsessed with her?"
"I just think you two would be great together, you know? I mean, you two could rule the school,"
"I already said I'm not interested. I never asked for this,"
"Jesus, she's already tweaked your brain! I swear, there's something about those goddamn Irish. They're just trash," I heard something slam into a locker. Mila had taken a chance and slid the camera of the phone around the corner. I could see that Ben had Thomas pinned.
"Take it back," Ben growled, "Take it back or I will destroy you. If you ever speak badly about her again, I will know and I will hurt you. She is mine and I am hers. End of story. There is no Emily in my life. She's shallow and loose. That's right, I know all about your guys' trips to the gazebo. It's her fault that Sheelin is mad at me and it just makes me hate Emily more. Remember, don't even think about Sheelin and don't tell Emily what happened here," I saw Thomas fall to the ground and crumple in a heap.
"Hey, man," he said shakily, "I get it, but she's going to your place tonight,"
Ben groaned, "I forgot I promised to let her study at my place. If I ever talk to you again, remind me to never make promises weeks in advance,"
"Alright, you got it," Thomas replied nervously.
I closed my eyes and recalled everything that had happened. Something nudged my foot. I took out my ear-buds and looked behind me.
"Hey, are you alright?" Ben asked. I nodded. "Okay, just had to make sure. Anyways, I was asking if you were done with French and wanted to join us in the kitchen for pizza,"
