Blake

Blake's strong arms shoved you away from your open locker. You stumbled to the ground as his thick hands reached into your locker.

"Let's see those pictures, sissy boy."

He rifled through your stuff, tossing books onto the ground as he searched for your sketchbook. Still lying on the ground, you saw the corner of his heavy lips lift. His hand crawled out of the locker clutching your sketchbook, and he moved to taunt you with the book.

"I think I'll take this home with me," he said. "Just for safekeeping, ya know?" He slipped it into his backpack, then swaggered away, not sparing you a second glance.

You raised yourself from the ground and began picking up the books Blake had thrown around.

Shit. This was bad. You could handle most of the shit Blake threw your way, but him getting his hands on your sketchbook was catastrophic. If he saw what you'd actually been drawing in there, who knows what he'd do. Those pictures would ruin your life if they got out. And who knows how Lucas would react if he saw them.

You would have to confront Blake first thing tomorrow morning. Before he could mention anything to anyone else. And hopefully before he saw your drawings.