Surviving High School

Mean Disposition

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I got out of Chuck and was waiting to cross the street, when a hand grabbed my arm yanking me back. Oh, crap!

The hand on my arm yanked me back, causing me to stumble over the curb and almost fall. I spun around and found myself face to face with The Creep.

"Let me go, James!" I hissed at him.

His grip tightened on my arm as he leaned down. "No. Don't you know it's rude to walk away when someone is talking to you?"

What was he on about? "Listen, James. I don't have time to talk right now; I need to get going."

Apparently, he didn't like what I had to say, so he tightened his grip. I struggled to get away from him, which only caused him to grab my other arm. Now that he had both my arms, I couldn't even begin to recall any kind of self-defense, but I knew that if I could be loud enough and cause a ruckus, then perhaps someone would come to my rescue. The police station was across the street, for crying out loud. With James gripping both my arms, I was unable to hit him, but I still had my legs free. I attempted to kick him, which only served to piss him off even more.

"Let me fucking go!" I screamed at him, hoping that I was loud enough to draw some attention. My eyes darted around the street, looking for someone, anyone, but no one was around. I didn't see Charlie's cruiser and could only hope that he was on his way and would arrive soon.

"Kicking isn't very nice, Isabella. Now, you and I are going to have a nice chat, and you will behave. Understand?"

Hell no. I wasn't going anywhere with him. "Fuck you!" I spat before letting out a scream worthy of the dumb girls in the horror movies. Before I could even register what happened, he'd hit me across the face, then covered my mouth with his hand. Still covering my mouth, he leaned down and licked the side of my neck.

"Hmmm . . . you taste delicious."

I shuddered from sheer disgust. There was no way for me to get to the pepper spray in my purse, but that didn't mean I couldn't attack. I sank my teeth into his hand as best as I could, then brought my free hand up and smashed him in the nose. James let out a howl of pain, loosening his grip on my arm and allowing me to free myself from his grasp. I dashed across the street, not even stopping to see if there were any cars coming my way. I pushed my way inside the police station, frantically looking for someone to help me.

"Miss, are you okay?" a voice asked me.

I whirled around and saw a police officer coming toward me. He reached out and helped me into a nearby chair. I hadn't realized how shaken up I was until I went to respond and burst into tears instead. Sobs wracked my body as the officer handed me some tissues.

"Sor-sorry. I didn't realize how scared I was," I blubbered out.

The officer knelt down in front of me, meeting my gaze. "Can you tell me what happened?"

I gave a shaky nod, while wiping my face with the tissues, mopping up the tears that had spilled. I proceeded to tell the officer all about Creeper James. How he had approached me at the dance, how I'd seen his car around Forks, about the encounter that had just happened moments before.