He was the one boy everyone avoided. He never had a partner for class projects, never had a conversation with a classmate or even his teachers, never spoke a word to anyone since he had crossed the county line in his family's moving van two years pr...
Walking to class today, is freaking hard! I didn't think anything in school could be this difficult, especially when it's just simply walking from class to class.
I'm passing several people I know and several people I wish I didn't. Then there's the other people that I have no clue who they are, but ya know, that's not important.
John Galileo, a boy with blonde hair is approaching me, very creepily I may add. He smirks and put his arm around me as he turns and begins to "coincidentally" walk in my direction when he had walked in the opposite direction just a minute ago pretty intentionally.
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"Woah," I say as I back up, "can I help you?"
He looks surprised when I back up. He pauses for a moment, letting others walk by and bump his shoulders trying to nudge their way through the crowded hallway. Then he smirks in a stupid way.
"Yeah actually, you can," he utters dully. "Can you help me with this thing I have, it's down in my pants?"
I step closer to him and just swing my palm across his lips as hard as I could. A few passer-byers briefly laughed before continuing the stomp to class. But others, knew better than to laugh, the few typical nerds with loose teeth and crookedly taped up glasses knew more than anyone by now that keeping their mouth shut makes it a win-win scenario.
"Sorry," I say sarcastically, "my hand has an automatic trigger for syndrome la asshole."
His hand retracts to his lip as he licks around his gum. "My mouth is bleeding..."
I shake my head as I turn around and begin walking again. I have no time for petty losers. :)
"Hey, you never answered my question!" he calls after me.
"Get lost, asshole," I mumble.
I feel a hand on my shoulder right as I reach my class. I know it's John.
"What do you not understand about 'get lost'?!" I scream in his face angrily.
He laughs, then grabs my waist. He doesn't seem to care that I'm not interested. Something also tells me that he's going to find a few rape allegations against him by the time he's twenty.
He pulls himself closer to me, slipping his other hand about my waist. Oh my god, why now, of all the time in the day to ruin me, why now?
I close my eyes, my palms shaking. I'm never scared, so I don't understand why this creep is scaring me now. I sigh and say "Can you please leave me alone?" I don't open my eyes because if I did, I know I would kill him.
I feel his hand slip down from my waist to my butt and I wince in alarm. "I don't think I could leave you alone if I tried," he whispers dryly in my ear. To say I'm terrified would be an understatement. I'm both disgusted and in shock. I mean, it's only been a week of being here and I'm already being sexually harassed.
