ben

The tile floor of the boy's locker room was cold, even through my sneakers. I shouldn't have been there, but Ben—my constant shadow and the guy who had spent the last year making my life a living nightmare—had snatched my notebook and vanished behind the swinging metal doors.Give it back, Ben!" I shouted, my voice echoing off the rows of dented lockers.He was leaning against a bench at the far end, flipping through the pages with a smirk that usually preceded a mean comment. But as I approached, the smirk didn't reach his eyes. He looked... nervous