Time to ruin Kevin's lunch.

You watch as Kevin takes a seat alone in a booth, blissfully unaware that his bully and his old friend are sitting just a few feet away on the other side of the restaurant. You push Gemma out from the booth so you can get out, and then walk your way over to where Kevin is starting to enjoy his lunch. Gemma takes a seat back on the opposite side of the booth, obviously keen for Kevin not to see her, especially in your company. That or she doesn't want to watch whatever it is you're about to do to him.

"Yo," you say, leaning over the back of the booth. "Gimme your phone."

Kevin looks up at you, taken by surprise, with fear in his eyes.

"I'll give it back, you fuckwit," you sigh, rolling your eyes. "I just need it for a second."

He seems relieved that you're not here to break his other arm or spit in his food. He fumbles around his jacket pocket with his left hand, obviously not used to using his non-dominant hand, before pulling out his phone and handing it to you. You stand there for a few moments, holding the phone in your hand.

"What's the passcode, dumbass?" you say, waving the phone in the air.

"1... 2... 3... 4..." he says, trying to avoid your gaze. He really is an idiot.

You unlock his phone and flick open his contacts. It doesn't take you long to find what you're looking for, a contact card simply titled 'Mommy'.