"What the hell is wrong with you?" I hissed, unable to contain my anger any longer. "You give me your phone and I'll leave you alone," he replied, his voice dripping with arrogance. "I won't!" I snapped. In a swift movement, he slammed me against the lockers. I felt my anger boil as he trapped me, my back pressing against the cold metal. "Give me your damn phone!" he hissed, his eyes burning with anger. I tried to break free, but it was no use. He was too strong. I couldn't believe it. How dare he put his hands on me? I shoved him as hard as I could, but he barely moved, only sneering down at me. "Give me the damn phone, darling. I won't hurt you," his voice was gentler, his grip loosened slightly, and something shifted in his emerald eyes.