Make a grab for the cellphone
From Create Your Own Story
He pulls it away and smashes his fist into your face. You fall to the floor, seeing stars.
"That was stupid," he says coldly. "Now, bitch, if you don't want to be kicked out of school, you'll meet me tonight at five. Don't be late."
He stalks away. When you can get up, you look at the address he left with you; it's a house in a working-class area of town.
