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Aditus' prompts and circumstances - 1. Or Colleagues
Or Colleagues
"You want me to do what?"
But Ben was already tapping away on his phone and then held it out to me. I shook my head vigorously and hid my hands behind my back.
I could already hear him answering the phone. Panicking I mouthed 'no', my heart beating so fast I was sure I'd pass out any minute.
Ben pressed the phone against my ear.
"Ben? What's up man, why are you calling me? Ben? Ben!?"
And without thinking I opened my damned mouth. "This isn't Ben."
"Oh? Who is it and why are you on Ben's phone?" He gasped. "Shit! Did something happen to Ben?"
I shook my head, not that he could see me. I really didn't want to talk to him, but I couldn't let him think something happened to Ben, so I hurried to say, "No, Ben's okay."
"Thank God!" I heard some rustling then he asked, "Okay, so who are you? Why do you have Ben's phone?"
I pressed my lips shut but then Ben stepped on my left foot, hard. "Ompf..."
"Hey, everything okay? Do you need help?"
Ben was lifting his foot again and I knew I had to say something quick otherwise he would do it again. "Uh no, I'm f-fine."
"Oh, okay. What's your name again?"
I saw Ben's face, he looked as if he was going to do something very painful to me any minute, so I stammered, "I didn't tell you my name... yet." One menacing gaze from Ben later, "Uh, I'm Nick."
"Nick, huh? So, why did you call me?"
"I didn't. Ben did."
"Ahh, and where is Ben now?"
Without thinking I said, "Ben's holding the phone to my ear."
I heard him snicker. "Um oookay, and why would he do this?"
"Because he wanted me to call you."
Stunned silence, then, "Do I know you?"
"No."
"Aha. Why does Ben want you to talk to me then?"
"That I cannot say. Ow!" This time Ben had stepped on my other foot, then he pressed me against the wall behind us. I grunted.
"And why can't you tell me?" He sounded as if he thought this was funny. I didn't.
"I just can't." I hissed. "Fuck, Ben!"
"What? What happened now?"
"He emptied a bottle of ketchup on my head." The red sauce was running down my face. I struggled against Ben's hold; to no avail, he was too big.
"Oh my God! Nick! Why would he do that to you? Go away from him, I don't know, hit him in the nuts, do something!"
"Told you, he wants me to talk to you. And I can't, he's too big, that and he would hit back."
"Okay, where are you?"
"Home."
"His or yours?"
"His."
"What's wrong with him? I'm coming over; he can't do this to you."
"He wants me to ask you out." Oh please God, no! I didn't say this aloud, did I?
"What?"
"Shit"
"Wooo-hooo! Yes! Yes! You did it! Yes! Finally! Wooo-hoo!"
Ben is such an idiot.
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