Living Closeted

No remorse

I woke up the next morning and followed my usual routine of the always late person. No breakfast no shower. Just a quick toothbrushing and a little brush on my hear. I got dressed as fast as I could and packed everything in my school bag and left in a hurry. 
'Shit I forgot my keys!' 
Now I left for good. I put on my headphones without slowing down a second. I had quite the talent to do a lot of things while fast walking towards anything, including untangling my headphones, cleaning my glasses and if it was too hot taking off my jacket. All without hesitating. Of course, this puts me at risk for about one or two times a month of being run by a car or hitting a pole.
But this particular day I was a mess. I couldn't take my head off the fact he was now sitting somewhere in a cold room in jail clothes with some other weirdo sharing some stiff bunk beds. The only thing that kept me going was the thought of how he deserved every second of it. 
As I was untangling my headphones I missed the last rung and fell to my knees with a thud.
'Ouch!'
Luckily for me, I didn't get bruised. I got up and plug in my finally untangled headphones. I opened up my illegal pirating app for music and pressed play. I wasn't the kind of person to listen on Spotify or I don't know what other apps that design a playlist for you based on your preferences. Instead, I would download the songs I loved and just played them in the exact order that I had downloaded them. My first song? 'Stitches' from Shawn Mendes who I was crushing hard for. He looked so fucking good and he is a huge fan of the same fantasy book series 'Harry Potter'. He is only one year older than me but that's where our similarities stop. Though definitely not a cheerful song it put me in a good mood.

ooOOOoo (time skip to when I arrive at school)

I entered the classroom and there were two cops waiting for me. I knew this was going to happen. Emma mentioned that they might want to get my testimony.
'Mr. Diaz? Our names are Jeremy Jenkins and Brandon Peterson and we're investigating the case of child pornography for what your colleague Mr Adrian Underwood is being charged for.'
'Hello, officers. How may I be of help?'
I didn't even notice the acid looks half the class was shooting at me as if I was the one guilty for what was happening. They liked Adrian more than I did. No surprise here.
'Let's take this outside. Shall we?'

We went out in the courtyard. They asked me questions like when did the sexual act happen. I told them I wasn't sure as we had sex multiple times and I couldn't exactly recall when we did it that position. It was very hard to keep a straight face as I was trying to explain the sex part.
'It had to be in one of those days though.'
'Was the sex consensual?'
At that moment I thought that it all started as a joke that led to one other thing that led to sex but it didn't mean it wasn't consensual.
'Yes.'
'Did you know he was recording you?'
'No.'
'Is it true that he is and has been bullying you since the beginning of freshman yeat?'
'Yes, but he had changed in the past weeks'. He did change... 'or so I thought' I added with a disappointed face that was meant for me.
'As we all know you weren't the one pressing the charges against Mr Underwood. Is that correct? If yes may we ask why?'
'Yes, it is true. The reason I wasn't the one calling for you guys is that Miss. Dart beat me at it. I was in shock when he sent the video to everyone... including me. I kept watching it... hearing how everyone was laughing or gasping or looking at me...' I said as my heart started racing and tears formed in the corner of my eyes.
I wiped my eyes with a tissue that one of the officers gave me.
'We're so sorry but if you can continue that'd be great'
'Yeah. Uhm... go on'
'How old are you ?'
'I'm 15 and a little bit more than a half years old'
'Did you know that underage people can only have sex after the age of 15?'
'Yes sir'
'Were you on any substances that might have made you say yes to his sexual requests?'
'I initiated sir... first night. He initiated the second.'
'I see...'
'Well, that is about it. We were really hoping that we could charge him for more. But even without other felonies, he will still get two weeks in juvie.'
'Wait why just two weeks?'
'Because he is underage and as we know from Miss Dart you don't want to press any complaints?'
At that moment I felt rage building up inside me. I clenched my fists. He deserves more.
'What will he get if I decide to do it?'
'A month and 1 week of public service'
'I want to file a complaint'
As I said that my whole body went from sad and angry to a very relaxed, composed and confident pose. My voice was now fearless as I uttered those words.
'Adrian Underwood recorded a sex tape of us having sex without my consent and sent it to my entire class and god knows where else that tape might have already gone.'  
'Are you sure?'
'Positive'

With that, they got in their police car and drove off. I returned to my class that had long before started. I entered without saying any excuses and sit at my desk. I buried my head in my arms on the table and let out a sigh. I lifted my head and took out my notebook and began taking notes.
Hours pass and I start to miss his presence. My body was constantly waiting for the usual poking from behind but that never happened. It was like you'd have taken drugs away from somebody. I was so accustomed to him sitting behind my back, poking me then and then. Or sometimes he'd lean forward so I could feel his breath on my neck. 
The last bell rang and I snapped out of the mood I was in. Like a robot, I gathered my stuff and threw it in my bag and left for home.
'Aiden! Aiden wait!'
Aya shouted after me.
'What?'
'I heard you filed a complaint after all.'
'Yeah...'
I couldn't say more as she jump-hugged me.
'I want you to know that the tape doesn't change who you are. I admire your courage and strength and he deserves it.'

I really needed that. I felt better after she said that. But I still didn't linger too much and hurried back home.