Ozwald

Chapter 3

3

Could people be trained to be less gullible? Or are you as stuck with gullibility as you are with skin color? –Keith Henderson

We were there at the wedding, Ozwald and me. I was in a really skimpy dress, and wearing only a thong and a bra under. No shorts or tights or even shoes. I rolled down the hill and was petrified by the water, so I couldn’t move, only lay limp in his arms. He picked me up and carried me over to the crowd, all boys I soon realized, and touched me all over. The only girl I saw behind the crowd by the buffet table was Marcia, and I couldn’t even react. Then Ozwald dragged me into the house and taken me into a room of all glass that hadn’t been there before. Boys watched and pressed their faces to the glass and watched as he stripped me of whatever I had left and raped me. 

When I woke I realized quickly that it was only a dream. I sighed (a happy sigh of course.  He’s the perverted one, not me. And it was happy because it wasn’t real, because I hadn’t actually been raped by my crush.) then got up. School was as normal, though I must say that I lived for the moment when he, Ozwald, would address me by my name, Megan. That hadn’t happened yet, though. Since we didn’t have any homework, I could spend all my time after school contemplating wether or not to call him right away or wait another couple days to get him wondering. And I did just that for about an hour before getting up the nerve to call him.

“Hi.” he said plainly. 

“Hey. It’s Megan calling.” I nervously squeaked.

“I thought I recognized your voice.” he said, leaving the awkward loose ends of the conversation for me to tie up. I cleared my throat, and he hummed a bit.

“Well-” I began.

“I- no, sorry. You go first.” he said like a gentleman.

“Oh, uh, okay.” I giggled into the phone. “Well I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner or to a movie or something.”

“So basically a date?” he asked. I giggled. “Sure. Let’s go to the pasta place. I can pay.” 

“I would love to.” I replied. 

“Cool. How about tomorrow?” he asked. I nodded eagerly.

“Yes, yes yes!” I exclaimed. 

“See ya then.”

The phone clicked off. I thought about not going to school so I could get ready, but in the end I decided my fake cough isn’t quite good enough.

At school, the first thing Rebecca did was drag me off to the bathroom.

“So, what’s going on between you and Ozwald?” she asked me. 

“Nothing.” I said, blushing.

“I can kind of see that.” she stated, rolling her eyes. “You keep looking over at him when you think no one’s looking and then turn a little pink if he looks back. I mean when were you planning on telling me that you liked him, and why do you like him, and, and-” She started running out of questions.

“Well, I was going to tell you eventually, but not yet. Not until after our date tonight.” I admitted.

“For the sake of time, I’m going to get mad at you later. But why do you like him? What do you see in him? He molested you, he saw you in a bra and touched you all over.” she cried.

“He’s funny, deep, and I don’t know why I like the pervert in him but it’s kind of interesting. He saved my life.” I proclaimed.

“Yes, but he saw you close to naked! I mean, that has to be at least a little embarrassing. And seeing him every day, knowing he saw you in your underwear?” she asked. I sighed.