Colorless Beauty

4: Regret

        "How was your first day?" My mom asked me as I sat down on the living room couch.

        I was quiet for a minute, remembering the content of my first day of school.

        "It was good." I answered. I couldn't tell her about the incident. I didn't want my hard-working mother to worry.

        I showed her a smile, giving her assurance. She smiled back, unpacking the rest of the pots and pans from a box.

     . . . . .

        The next day, I woke up, not too excited to go to school. I was scared something bad would happen again.

        I sluggishly got up and got ready, heading to school afterwards.

        When I arrived at the school, I went straight to my locker, not making eye contact with a single person. I was too scared to do so.

        I opened up my locker, unpacking my backpack, and grabbing my things for first period. In the corner of my eye, someone was getting closer to me. I kept my head low, hoping the person wasn't going to say anything to me.

        My locker slammed shut, making me jump. My face was still down, so I could see the person's feet. It was those timberland boots.

        I decided to see who this person was, so I hesitantly shifted my gaze up and into his dark eyes.

        He was smirking, and it gave me chills just looking at him, but I kept my confidence.

        "Who are you?" I asked him in an annoyed tone.

        He scoffed, and it made me more nervous. He looked so scary.

        "Finally. I've been waiting for something new to play around with."

        Hearing those words gave me chills.

        'What on earth does he mean by that?'

        "What?" I asked him nervously.

        "I guess I can have some fun now." He moved his eyes all over my body, and it made me very uncomfortable.

        He then stepped closer to where our bodies were touching, and I could feel his breath on my neck.

        I then felt him grab my butt. I immediately pushed him off of me, making him fall on the floor.

        Everyone stopped their conversations and started to gossip.

        "Oh my god. She did she just do that?"

        "She is going to die."

        "She shouldn't have done that."

        I got scared at the words I was hearing. I looked nervously at the boy that was laying on the floor.

        He slowly stood up, and began to chuckle.

        "You just made a big mistake." He declared.

        'What? Am I supposed to just let some guy sexually assault me?'

        "I think you deserved it."

        I heard gasps all around the halls.

        "You're going to regret doing that." He threatened, turning around, and walking away.

        Something in me immediately did regret it.

        'What just happened?'