Why is my life not like a watt pad novel?

Story time with me!

Today, a strange, tall muscular stranger who goes to my school came up behind me and grabbed me into a hug.
Shit hit the fan.
See, two months ago, I would have simply told him to go away, or just endured the stranger hugging me possessively.
But that was two months ago.
I was being harassed by a guy at my school- a guy far older than me. He had a disturbing history of harassing girls; most girls in the school, in fact, had at one time or another been pestered by him. I won't go into detail about the things he did. They are atrocious, and besides, they don't matter.
This guy claimed the locker next to mine. There were many empty lockers in the school, but stalker like, he decided to be next to me.
We were sort of friends. I never liked him that much, but I didn't mind him.
The entire 12th grade warned me about him. That should have been a sign.
Long story short, he said something disgusting, and he and my brother had a fight in the hall. Over me and my honour.
I was so close to just letting the creep go, just saying it wasn't worth my time.
But in the end, I went to the VP. And I told him everything; what he'd done to me, what he'd done to the other girls, and what an all round disturbing slimeball he was. And let me tell you, he says just one thing, and he will get in huge trouble; probably expelled. As it is, he's had to move lockers. And he got in trouble. Like, serious trouble.
The scariest thing about my story is how close I was to brushing it off. Because by doing that, I would have just been pushing all the other girls he's stepped on further down.
So today, when this stranger grabbed me, all hell broke loose. I turned around, shoved him off me, and screamed,
"GET THE FUCK OFF ME! YOU DON'T DO THAT TO A WOMAN YOU DON'T KNOW, NOT EVER! EVER, YOU HEAR? GET THE FUCK OUT!"
Up until then, he had not known the true meaning of fear.
It must have been pretty funny to watch; a small, docile blonde girl roaring at a tall black guy with pure fury in her eyes, and the young man backed against the wall with genuine terror on his face as his friends watched in shock.
So yeah, I taught somebody a lesson today.
And now they all think I'm a raving bitch from hell, but I don't really mind.
Now if my life was a wattpad novel, me and Juanito there would have struck up an unlikely friendship, fallen in love and gotten married. But my life is not a wattpad novel. And there is nothing sexy or romantic about being grabbed by a total stranger from behind.
So in conclusion, girls -and boys- don't be afraid to stand up for yourself. It's the best thing you can do, not just for yourself, but for everybody who doesn't.
Wow, I didn't mean to sound so PSA-ey, but seriously, don't be afraid to yell!