Blackmail: Brush him off. The messages incriminate him, too.
From Create Your Own Story
Being a young teenage girl is tough!
You'd held back from cussing him out, but this creep's just not getting it. Besides, give in to this and you'll be the "class bicycle," far as everyone's concerned. Your voice gets a little softer (in volume) but a lot harder (in tone) --
"Listen, you fucking jerk," you say. "Those texts hit you as hard as me, and you're the one's gotta fucking graduate this year and go for college. so I'm not keen on your shit, you're not gonna fuck yourself like that, even if you had the balls, which you don't. You're ugly as shit and I'm not interested, and neither is anyone else, so just fuck off back to mama's basement and keep your fucking pervert hands to yourself!"
You can see that hit him hard. But he keeps his composure.
"You don't know much about texting," he says, his voice tense. "I can anonymize the messages before Mr. Jones gets 'em. All I have to do is plant the doubt in his mind. Then he'll give you a pop quiz to see if you really know that stuff. Which you don't. He won't believe who you cheated with. And he won't care. He'll just know you cheated."
Uh-oh. That does kind of fit Mr. Jones' reputation. He's a soft touch for a crying face, but he's a frustrated detective at heart, and if he thinks he's got a lead, he'll chase it down just like that.
"So now you owe me, both for the A and for what you just said. So c'mon and you can start paying what you owe."
Tough decision. On the one hand, maybe he really is bluffing. And maybe it's better to face the music with Mr. Jones than go off alone with sicko the senior here. You'll just die if you're off the squad...on the other hand, there's dying like that and there's dying like dying, and T here, what does he do, make girls into lampshades? But on the other hand...if you can just satisfy T for a few days, you can study enough to pass the test honestly, and then his threat will evaporate...
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
