The dictaphone

Angie silently nodded : she had to be cautious to have the dictaphone back and obey Peter for the day. She could have her revenge later...

"Wise choice !" laughed Peter and went back to his seat with his friends until the bus dropped him at the school. The day went one until, in the afternoon, when he discovered he had forgot to take some energy drink with him for the football training. Luckily, the school had a dispenser, so he went there but discovered that his wallet was empty : he had spent his last coins the day before at some video game with his friends. He turned to them :

"Aaaw, man, I seriously need this drink or else I'll fall on the field ! Got some coins ?
- No way, I was with you yesterday, my last coins went into this shooter game !
- And you dude ? Tell me you've got coins ?
- Just a bill, but the dispenser won't take it. Find someone else !"

Peter sighed and rummaged through his pocket, hoping to find some coins, but found the dictaphone instead. He frowned and looked at his friends :

"Do you think it's worth something ?
- That's a voice recorder, brand new, sure, but that's not a phone or a music device, it's just shitty as hell.
- Man... maybe I can sell this for some coins.
- You won't give it back ?
- I'll tell the freak I lost it ! What will she do ? Go to the cops for this shit ? She knows I'll beat the hell out of her if she does ! She won't even know I sold it !"

He turned and looked for someone nearby to sell the thing for a few coins...