Left in a state of worry and fear after lunch, I don’t pay attention to any of the classes as I’m more worried about myself. What will happen if I can’t do anything about Ben before the weekend? People know where I live since my parents are some of the only doctors in town. If I ever leave the house, somebody could just easily follow me and jump me in a secluded spot.

School ends with no good plan in sight and learning nothing. Trying not to get caught by Ben and his lackeys, I rush to my bike and pedal away from the school like a bat out of hell. I am constantly looking behind me, seeing if anyone has been following me for a long amount of time. To my luck, nobody seems to be following me.

Arriving at the stone house in record time, I get off the bike and wait for Heather inside. I pace around the entrance, trying to figure a way out of my dilemma. So invested I am in my thoughts that I don’t see or hear Heather enter the house. I don’t notice her until she is basically waving her arms in front of my face.

“Cameron! Hey Cameron! Are you okay? What’s going on?”

I basically jump from hearing her.

“He-Heather! Uh-um, no! Everything is fine! Just thinking.”

“I call bull, there is no way that you are fine right now. The last time I saw you like this was when you thought you were being stalked by that boy when we were sophomores! So tell me what is going on.”

Oh no, if I tell her, she might think that I am on Ben’s side now and trying to help him! We might even stop being friends! I don’t know what to do, what to do, what to do…

“Cameron, spit it out or I’m going to eat somewhere else at lunch! You know that there are other tables that would love to have me around.”

I crack under her threat.

“Ok, ok! Ben wants me to help him slide into your DMs.”

“Ben? As in the football Ben?”

“Of course the football Ben! Do you know any other Bens?”

“True, true. That dude is so out of whack with the world, I don’t understand why he would want to try and get me. Why are you helping him exactly, or is it more like blackmail-ish then voluntary?”

“More blackmail like. He gave me a deadline of before the weekend to hurry up the process.”

“Oh god, this is getting out of hand. Ok, ummm… how about this, do you have Ben’s number? Give him my number, that will bring this to an end.”

Of course! Why didn’t I think of that! It’s so obvious, just give him her number and I will be out of this pickle. Thank you, Heather, for your quick thinking!

“Ok then, is there anything else on your mind? Or is that the issue that you were freaking out over?”

“Nope, nothing else.”

“Good, everything will be fine! Stop over thinking the issue and the solution will come to you! Now, with that out of the way, can you help me put the furniture in some organized fashion?