Slap That Perv

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THIS CHATR IS 100% NON FICTION. THIS ALL HAPPENED ON THRUSDAY AND FRIDAY. PLEASE DON'T HATE!!!!

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My life has been crazy. I'm not gonna lie. But I know the question running through y'all's heads is: “Has any perv tried to hit on you?” The answer is yes. Now I will tell you about it. Our choir had a pop show coming up on Friday, May twenty-fourth. So in order for any show or game, or whatever to be a success, there had to be rehearsals. Our rehearsal yesterday went by quickly. But today, we were doing a dress rehearsal so it was taking slightly longer, but it was fun.

So everyone remembers Jeffery, yes? Well, here's what this idiot did. Men's choir was onstage singing, and people were in the wings. Jeffery was in the same wing as me. Jeffery took my hands as we did a little dance. I didn't think much of it, thinking this was an innocent thing. How stupid of me. This was Jeffery! He bent down and whispered in my ear, “Kiss me.”

My heart sped up, as a flashback appeared, but I pushed it back. “Why?”

“Why not?” he whispered back.

“You don't know me,” I whispered, hoping he'd leave me alone.

“I could,” he said.

The lights went dark, and he placed his hand on my chin, trying to kiss my lips, but the lights went bright quickly. Seconds later, they went dark again, and he tried again, but the lights came back on. As you can tell, we were having a bit confusion on the lighting. As the men's choir finished up their song, Jeffery had his solo. He wasn't too bad of a singer, but whatever. As he sang, I stood there. My choir would be singing Bubbly right after Jeffery.

When Jeffery finished his solo, he came up to me, out his guitar down, and kissed me quickly before walking off. My breath caught in my throat and tears immediately came to my eyes. But I had to sing next—with my choir—so I held it in until our song was over. When it was, I rushed off the stage, I went to change into my clothes for our next song which wasn't for a while.

The rest of the rehearsal, Jeffery didn't kiss me again. But he did wrap his arm around my waist, and let his hand sit right above my butt. After rehearsals, I changed into my regular clothes and went up to my friend, Alyssa. I tried to swallow my tears , but some were escaping. I caught them in time, though.

“So you ready for tomorrow?” I asked her, trying to redirect my mind.

“I guess,” she shrugged, laughing.

“I have to call my mom to come pick me up now,” I sighed.

“I walk home,” she said.

“I know,” I stuck my tongue out at her.

I called my mom and told her to come get me. I left after Alyssa did and went to sit out in front of the school. After ten minutes, I went to my friend Steven, and told him to come here with my index finger. I had to tell someone. I thought I could keep it to myself, but I wanted to breakdown. I didn't know what to do.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Um...” I ran my fingers through my hair. “What do you do when a guy kisses you, but you didn't want him to?”

“You didn't want him to?” he clarified.

I nodded.

“I don't know, I mean, I could talk to him,” he said.

I shook my head. I went to say something, but Steven's mom pulled up.

“Text me about it,” he said as he walked away.