As you walk down the long high school hallway, a boy named Dylan grabs your arm. "What do you want?" you say.
"Meet me here after school. We need to talk."
"I have plans, Dylan. Can't this wait?"
"This can't wait. Meet me or you'll wish you had."
He lets go of your arm and you continue down the hallway to your class, somewhat shaken up. The next few periods pass very slowly. I barely know Dylan. What is this about? Finally, you get out of your last class and go back down the hallway to meet Dylan.
"What is it?"
"I hear the principal is going crazy because somebody stole money out of the cafeteria cash register."
You freeze. Nobody saw me, did they? That was two weeks ago, this has to be a different case. You decide to play it cool.
"So what?"
"So I know you took it."
"You're full of shit."
As you turn to walk away, Dylan reaches into his bag and pulls out a photo that stops you in your tracks. Fuck. Photo evidence.
"What do you want, Dylan?"
"I want you to cancel your plans and come to my house, where we'll talk about this some more."
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