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I watched it happen. I could see it. I could feel it. I could hear it.   My heart pounded against my chest as I watched him be pushed into that locker. Whose locker was that anyway? I don't think he cared. It didn't matter if R.J. would bleed. It didn't matter if the locker would get dented. It didn't matter who saw. It didn't matter to him at all. I couldn't believe it. We had just saved that douche the other day. Was he not able to feel? Couldn't he see that he was lowering my boyfriend's self-esteem? I don't think he could.   R.J. let out a small whimper as he was forcefully rammed into the dark grey locker. My eyes widened in surprise