Baba O'Riley - The Who
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The bell rang.
I grabbed my bag, swinging it over my shoulder and walking out of fourth period math.
My hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a purple scrunchy, swaying back and forth slightly as I walked.
Turning the dials on my locker, I opened it up, retrieving my lunch.
I intended to start off towards the cafeteria, but my intentions weren't always the first thought in the minds of others.
I shut my locker door, turning to go.
A large figure stopped me, and I ran face first into it.
"Well hello, Doll," the tall boy said to me.
"Hello," I answered, trying to be polite.
"How are you today, Brandy?" he asked me.
I didn't know who this boy was, or how he knew my name. I replied anyway, mumbling towards the ground.
"I'm fine, thanks."
"Now if you'll excuse me I have to get to lunch, please."
The boy laughed, lifting my chin with his grimy finger so I was looking at him.
I shook the boy off, trying to push past him yet again.
"What's the matter?" he asked me, smirking at himself for trapping me in the situation.
I put on a brave face, looking him in the eye and mustering up all the confidence I had.
"Get our of my way, please. I'd like to go to lunch," I said as calm and firm as I could.
He chuckled lightly, "that wasn't very nice of you to say, Brandy. You've hurt my feelings!"
I held eye contact with him, "may I please go to lunch?" I said, raising u voice slightly.
"Shhhhhh," he cooed.
"Why are you yelling? Chill out, Brandy."
He rubbed his hand on my arm, but I pulled away.
Was nobody seeing this? Did nobody just care? I longed for someone to come and swoop me away, but nobody came.
"Brandy, you've been very rude to me. I was just trying to have a nice conversation with you, but you kept hurting my feelings! Now you have to make up for it."
I gave him a disgusted look, "I don't have to make up for you not letting me go to lunch!" I said, louder still.
"Shhh! You're going to cause a scene Brandy! Damn! Chill out! I've barely said four words to you and you're freaking out!"
He rolled his eyes, "you're really being very rude. Can I at least have a kiss on the cheek from you before you go to lunch?"
I stayed firm, not moving.
He grabbed my wrist.
"Please? Just one measly kiss on the cheek? A kiss never hurt anyone."
I tried to shake my hands out of his grasp, but couldn't.
Tears were beginning to brim in my eyes. I didn't want to kiss him. Why did I have to? Just because he was bigger and stronger I had to do what he said?
Bullshit.
This was all bullshit.
He lined up his cheek with my mouth and I didn't have much of a choice.
