I'm not normally the sort to bring school drama or almost anything school-related home with me. I'm not the type of person to have to ask anyone about guy troubles, because I usually know how to handle things myself.
But recently, I've entered a situation that's just... to be quite honest, it's a little scary. And it makes me angry.
You see, there's this guy at school.
I had a thing for him for a VERY short period of time last February or so. He seemed nice, funny, and in general, fun to be around. The problem was, he had a girlfriend, so I never made any sort of move or bothered letting him know I had a little crush on him. I just kind of... got over it. It was never a serious crush, anyways.
Fast-forward to August, when he breaks up with his girlfriend.
He starts going after lots of girls. Basically turns into a sex-crazed manwhore. At this point, I'm pretty glad that I'd gotten over that thing for him, because I'm starting to see the more unattractive side of his personality.
Well, come November, I guess he starts getting bored with the chicks he's been whoring himself out to, because he started making moves on me. I'm not stupid. I can tell very easily a guy's intent when they hit on me. He was testing me, trying to gauge how easy it would be for him to get me into bed.
Well, I can handle that, no problem. It's not hard to brush people off and give them a "I don't want to fuck you" response to things like this. So, this is exactly what I did.
His response? He starts trying to feel me up in class. He'll reach over and squeeze my chest or ass, or run his hand up my thigh. There was an instance where he even attempted sliding his hand down my pants, and later, up my shirt.
I quickly jumped up and excused myself from the room to get a drink, but I didn't want to make a big scene because I was embarrassed. After class I punched him in the arm because I was just so indignant and flustered, but he just thought it was funny.
For a long while, that was the end of it, and I thought everything would go back to the way it was, and things WERE fine until just yesterday. The teacher leaves the room for a minute to go back to his (windowless) office in the back of the room. Well, this isn't unusual, really. While he's back there, the guy grabs my hand and pulls it to his crotch to feel his hard-on.
I was repulsed, and jerked away. He leans over and whispers to me, asking me to give him a handjob. I refused, but he persists. Later in the class period, he tells me that he wants to leave the room with me, that he wants to go to a particular hall in the building which is known among students for not having a surveillance camera. He was very explicit about letting me know what he wanted to do, but I'm sure you can imagine for yourself.
And thank god when the class finally ends. I go home in peace, rushing out the door to get to my car before he can think of anything else he wants to say or do.
Later that day, I get a text message from a number that I don't have stored in my phone. Something along the lines of, 'maybe we can go there next time'.
I already know who it is, but I ask anyways, and go figure, it's him.
At this point, I'm shocked, because I would never even CONSIDER giving him my number, and I have no idea how else he would've gotten it. There are only a small few friends at my school who have my number, and those who do, they wouldn't just hand it out.
So I get kind of angry, because he had gone too far at school, and that was bad enough, but contacting me outside school when I did NOT give him my number is unacceptable.
I go back and forth with him for a few minutes. He keeps asking me nasty questions, and telling me nasty things, like that he is jerking off. I'm trying to get him to stop and just leave me alone, and just drop the subject.
It's not working, so I finally just flat-out tell him I don't like him at all, that I'm REALLY not interested in fucking him, and he needs to leave me alone.
His word-for-word response?
"That's okay, you look like someone who likes it rough."
At first, I didn't understand what he meant. It takes a few minutes to realize the implications of that statement.
Disgusted, I just delete the messages from my phone, because I'm so sick and shaken that I don't even want to look at them, or think about it.
Immediately after, I realize that was probably the stupidest thing I could've done.
Don't sweat it too much, I've already decided how to handle the situation, I just wanted to vent.
In other news, I think I have a crush my my friend Alyssa.