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Last week I met a guy. He was my age and tall. His eyes were green, and his skin was tan. He was nice, funny, and not very smart. But, he liked me and that had never happened before.
Last week I though he was perfect. Last week I thought he would me mine. After a weird pick up line about sleeping with or without the cover on, I realized he was charming and hilarious. Last week he was perfect. He asked for my number several times, but I don not have a phone yet. I am still saving up. He invited me into his group of friends even though I am new to the city. He treated me like he had known me forever, but, that was last week and now it's this week.
This week I realized I was wrong. This is not a guy I should by involved with or talking to. This week I had first period with him and his group of guy friends. During the class I went to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself not to be scared. Everyone would treat me like a normal person, especially him.
I walked back in unnoticed by his group of buddies and caught a sliver of heir conversation.
"Did you see her butt?" his friend said using his hands to make a curving motion.
"Yeah. I'm only including her because of it," he said.
He who I thought was charming and nice. A perfect boy. I thought he was beautifying and out, but I was wrong. Very wrong.
I left the corner of the room where I was standing and called out his name.
"Lucas," I said trying to keep the tears in,"What did I miss.
He looked up red-faced.
"Nothing," he was trying to pretend what just happened didn't happen.

During class he kept trying put his hand on my thigh. Just resting it there. I would move over in my seat so his hand would fall away. So he would leave me alone.

No boy had ever shown and interest in me. I am not the smartest, most beautiful, or skinniest girl by a long shot. In fact I would say I am pretty curvy. That is not something I am proud of. I am very self conscious about it. I always feel like someone is staring and now I know that it is true. They have been staring. Lucas and his friends.

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On our way out of class. He tried to grab my hand. When I didn't let him he tried to grab something else. He was too quick and I couldn't stop him. I didn't say anything I just walked away.

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Every time I see him and his friends I stand back and away from them. But every time one of them accuses me of being too quiet, too far, and not interested. Every time I move closer and stand straight, and rigid. Hoping that Lucas wouldn't do anything again. Everything I hope I won't have a problem. And every time I hope I don't cry.