One drafting class, we were drawing, and he knelt down next to me. A lot of things had happened to us. Stupid things he would say. Stupid things he would do. So many of them, I can't even begin to tell you all the small details that happened daily. But one day, I was drawing and he knelt down by me. "Jenna." He whispered. I looked at him, and his face looked concerned and needy. "What's up?" I asked. "I am coming back to the school at 10:00 tonight." He said, and before I could answer, he stood up and walked to his desk. What did that mean? What did he want to do? Should I go? Luckily, that night I was staying the night with my best friend, Bailey. She had been trying her hardest to keep me in line this whole time. She refused to let me go. I begged, but there wasn't even a way. We couldn't drive. And I fought with her about going. And she wouldn't listen. I didn't go. Thankfully. Who knows what would of happened.
Another day, not long after, I went up to his desk for help. I leaned on it, and his hand was on his desk. I put my hand next to his. Our fingers tangled together, and he played with my hands. Nothing big for normal relationships, but this wasn't a normal relationship.
Another day, we had a basketball game. I knew Stout was going to be in his room late. Like 9:00 late. I escaped the basketball game, and went to his room, in the dark school. I opened the door and he was putting his stuff away. "Hey." I said. "Oh, hi Jenna." He replied, not even looking up. I walked over to his desk, and sat ontop of his desk. "Where you going in such a hurry?" I asked. "Home." He said, flatly. "Oh, well I have a question. Did you want me to bring in that tape, like tomorrow?" I asked. "Sure." He said. "What's wrong...?" I asked. He put on his jacket a few inches from me. "I have to leave now, goodnight." And he basically kicked me out. I felt rejected, and unimportant. I tried not to let it bother me. It did inside, but I let it go.
The most important drafting day of my life. We were drawing wooden blocks, and we had to get them from the cabinet. I was ahead, and was ready for the next one. The class was hard at work. I stood up, and pushed my chair in. Holding the old piece of wood I had in my hands, I walked to the blue cabinet to get a new one. I bent down, and when I stood up, and turned around, Stout was standing there. I looked at him. His face had a certain seriousness that I had never seen before. I looked at him as he was very VERY close to me. He put his hands on the cabinet, cornering me in. I was scared. He tried to kiss me. He was too close to doing it, I slipped under one of his arms and walked back to my desk. I sat there, eyes wide open, and extremely stunned. He just stood there, at the cabinet, with his arms up like they were. I looked around. Nobody saw. I had no idea what was going on. But it was going too far.
