And Peggy

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**trigger warning: sexual harassment**

Laughing, pointing, staring all day long. It was finally my advanced writing class which I actually enjoyed. But then I realized Alex was in that class. Shit. He sat down next to me. Shit. Wait, that was his seat. Shit.

"What happened to your jacket, slut?" Said one of the football players. It was Levi Weeks.  I bit my lip trying not to cry.

"Leave her alone."

Alex.

"Why should I, shorty?"

"Because she isn't a slut."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

"Oh really? Are you defending your little girlfriend?"

"I'm not his girlfriend."

"Yeah, I'm dating her sister. Well was."

"You poor thing." Levi walked up to him. "She is a slut. End of story." He pushed me. I pushed back.

"Leave me alone."

"Aw, the slut is gonna cry!"

"How am I a slut exactly?"

"You'd think you'd know!"

"So having sex once makes me a slut?"

"Well you're young."

"I'm assume you lost your virginity right?" I stared at him.

"Well no shit."

"And how old were you?"

"Twelve."

"And I am fourteen, so I rest my fucking case."

The rest of the football players laughed at Levi.

"Well damn, Peggy." Alex said.

The teacher walked in. "Hold your applause until after class please." I told him.

After me calling out Levi, I was no longer a slut. Funny how that works. I mean I never was a slut, but now everyone forgot it.

People still stared. And people still talked as I walked by, but now instead of saying "there goes the slut!" they said "didn't she call out Levi Weeks?". I could get used to this.

"Well, hon. Getting rid of a label in a day. Wow. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks, Maria."

"Don't mention it."

I walked to my locker. Another note. In different handwriting that I recognized somewhere. This one said:

Meet me after school under the bleachers.

After school, I told Angelica and Eliza that I wanted to walk home. They didn't care, so I went to the bleachers. Another note:

Follow the path in the woods. (Look to the right.)

I looked over and saw the path. I followed it. Then I saw someone wearing a letterman jacket. Levi Weeks. I knew I recognized the handwriting!

"What do you want?" I asked.

"I don't know. What do I want?"

"Why do you think I fucking asked?"

"You're so hot."

"Excuse me?"

"You're fucking hot."

"I just called you out for calling me a slut, and now you think I'm hot?"

"I always did. I was just playing hard to get; ya know?"

"Mhm. Well I'll be on my way. Bye!"

He grabbed my arm. "No please stay."

"No."

He pulled me close and grabbed my ass. "Yes."

"This is sexual harassment you know? I can call the police."

"Shh." He kissed me.

"What the fuck?"

"Come on. You like it." He kissed me again.

"No I fucking don't!" And I kicked him so hard he fell to the ground.

"What the fuck?" He said getting back up.

"Now, let me leave, and I will not call the police on you."

"Okay." Something about that had me concerned.

I walked back down the path. Then I heard running. Then someone grabbed me. Shocker.

"I told you to let me leave, dick!"

"I did let you leave." He kissed me again. When he pulled away He pushed me to the ground.

"Stop!" He continued to make out with me until he pulled my hair. "Ow."

"What's this?"

"What's what?"

"That." He pointed to my neck. Fuck.

"Nothing."

"If you don't tell anyone about this, I won't tell anyone about that."

"That's not fair."

"Then call the police."

"I don't want anyone to-"

"Think you're a slut?"

"Deal."

I walked home half in tears." I forgot that my family was home. Great!

I'm very sorry. I know this is a pretty upsetting.