Kiss List (Book I of the List Series)

Chapter 17 - Locked Up

"What's going on?" I screeched. "What are you doing in here?"

"I believe it's called revenge," Sam said. "You got some interesting photos of me. Now I've got some interested photos of you. Sadie Anderson, captain of the girls' soccer team, with her face buried in the crotch of some guy who looks naked in a locker. Pretty juicy stuff, wouldn't you say? I figure we can distribute the ones with my head cropped out. I just requested ones with my face for bragging rights down the road."

My mind shut off. All I saw was red. I went berserk. I yelled and tried to claw Sam's chest with my fingers. I rammed my head into his crotch as hard as I could.

My head just hit hard plastic. Sam grabbed my arms by the wrists and pressed them against the locker door to keep them from scratching him. "That's a high-quality baseball cup you just smacked your head into," I heard him say. "I'm surprised you didn't notice it. I figured I better be prepared if I got into a locker with you."

"Get me out of here!" I screamed.

"Easy now," Sam said. "The lady has a point, Doug. I believe there's just the little matter of deleting the photo of me from her phone. Sadie, what's the password to your phone?"

I hesitated for only a moment. My phone was in my backpack. If I told them the password Doug could delete the photos of Sam and I would have no leverage against him. Why hadn't I backed it up? I guess I was too nice to put it anywhere else and risk it getting out and embarrassing Sam. Now I needed it but I couldn't bear to spend any more time in the locker. It had seemed kind of sexy when I thought I was in the locker with Graham. Now that I knew I had been the victim of a prank by Sam and Doug, I felt humiliated. The sensation of the sweat from his lower abs being rubbed into my cheek became disgusting. The smell of his sweaty body made me want to gag.

"It's 5575," I admitted. My street address. Not very clever but then again I never expected anyone would actually want to hack into my phone.

"Excellent," Sam crowed. "Doug, will you do the honors and delete those photos? I think Sadie's enjoying herself down there so we'll wait until you've finished the job. Wouldn't want Sadie to stop you."

"Actually, kid," Doug said, "I don't know anything about deleting photos. I've got different instructions."

What was he talking about? Apparently Sam was perplexed as well. "Different directions?" he said quizzically. "No, Missy and I agreed that if I helped she would have you delete the photos."

Missy. The name sent a chill through me. Missy was behind this? How?

"Sorry comrade," Doug said. "Missy was pretty clear when she talked to me. I was to lock you two up and then forward the photos of you to her."

"The photos of Sadie," Sam said angrily. "You can forward the photos of Sadie and me with my head cropped out to Missy, but the old photos of me on Sadie's phone from when she and David Reagan jumped me get deleted."

"Nope, Missy gave me very clear instructions," Doug said. "Delete the photos of Graham and the soccer chicks. Take photos of Sadie and Sam in the locker and send them to her. Send the photos of Sam from Sadie's phone to her. Leave Sadie and Sam in the locker. Then I get my paid and her dad recommends me to his friend with the photo studio."

"No, that's not... wait," Sam said. "You didn't mean leave us in the locker. You can't do that. School's out for the day. We'd be here all night. You can't..."

"Chillax, man," Doug said. "Missy said there's a night custodian who comes by in a few hours. Just in case she told me to leave an anonymous tip with the coach of the girls' soccer team a little later tonight so he can make sure you both get out safely. We're not psychopaths here."