Memories of School

Your mind wanders back, back to a time you would rather forget.

After Kraven's birthday party, Aaron would sneak time with you for the rest of the school year. He would hold your hand where others couldn't see or brush a kiss against your cheek between the locker and a classroom door out of sight of others. You thought he was just being shy, but you had such a massive crush on him that sneaking kisses was exciting at the time.

The other boys in school would wink at you and whistle when they walked past you standing at your locker. You mainly ignored them, as your best friend Gigi often suggested.

On school holidays, Aaron would walk over to your house and stay until dark, telling you of his dreams of becoming a solo artist one day. You believed in him. You never doubted that his dream would come true one day. He would keep singing to you, asking you to tell him honestly how he sounded. He seemed so insecure in his singing ability. Your aunt, a vocal coach, thought you two were so cute together that she started giving him free lessons. She, too, believed he was talented and just needed fine-tuning.

Little did anyone know fate had other plans for him, carried out by his father. His dreams of becoming a recording artist were cast aside. He would become known for being the wealthiest man in the world, with unparalleled business acumen. But in school, neither of you saw that future for him.

As the school year was speeding by, you thought you were growing close, but in reality, he was being pressured by his friends, and his visits became less frequent. He wasn't acting the same around you at school anymore. You didn't know what was going on with him. 

Gigi suggested it was just a stage of puberty he was going through. It seemed the whole puberty thing enthralled Gigi, but she was planning on being a pediatrician when she grew up, so you ignored her most of the time.

Aaron eventually stopped talking to you and started avoiding you altogether at school. You found out it was more than just something going on with puberty. By the end of the following week, you see him walking down the hall hand in hand with the new girl at school, where all could see. There was no ducking behind doors for chaste kisses or secret hand holding. You watched him during lunch doing cute little things he did when he would come to see you.

Your friend, Gigi saw how much this hurt you and she wanted to beat him up for you. She even offered to have her cousin Max, an upperclassman, beat him up. But you kept saying no.

It wasn't long before the other boys at school started harassing you. When going to your seat in class, there is an accidental touch here or there as you pass them. You would feel a hand on your bottom or an elbow brush against your breast. It was subtle at first, and the more they did, the more emboldened they became. You never told anyone because you were too afraid to speak out. You just hoped they would stop.

But it had advanced to flipping up your skirt as their fingers brushed against you, to them bumping into you, tugging your blouse, and causing a button to pop open. You didn't know what to do. You were too scared to tell anyone, thinking you would be the one getting in trouble.

One day, you were headed to the girls' restroom when several boys surrounded you and dragged you into the boys' restroom.

"Leave me alone! Let me go!" You cry with fear.

"Aaron tells us you're soft in all the right places, and we just want to know . . . are you?"

Shocked and afraid, you hoarsely whisper out, "What?" Aaron, how could you?

Another boy says, "He says you're an ok kisser but that you have gotten better."

One grabs you and pulls you close, "Kiss me. I want to know if it's as sweet as he says."

You struggle against him, crying, "Let me go!" You recognize them as being at Kraven's birthday party but don't know them.

The first one pushes up your skirt, grinning, while the other holds you and tries to kiss you. The third one smiles at you, caressing your cheek.

"We know you and Aaron got it on in the closet. We thought you were cold, but now we know you're not."

"Let me go!! STOP, please!" You're feeling sick to your stomach at their touch, and the mixed smells of stale urine and scented odor-neutralizing tablets in the urinals are making it worse.

The restroom door opens, and they hear whistling. They shove you into one of the stalls, "Shut up and stay quiet or else!" And stand blocking the door. You try not to throw up, which usually happens when you're frightened. You keep your hands firmly over your mouth.

Max whistles as he walks in, noticing the guilt in their eyes and the sweat on their brows. He squints his eyes, looking at them suspiciously. 

"What are you up to?" He hears a feminine gasp and glares at the boys, clinching his fists, realizing they are up to no good.

You recognized Gigi's cousin's voice and started hitting the stall door, crying, "Max, help me!"

You hear him yell, "What the hell? Lanne, is that you?" My God, what have they done to her!?

He storms over to the stall, and the boys part ways, barely escaping his fists, and run from the restroom. He pulls open the stall door, and you fall into his arms, crying. With one arm he holds you and with the other he pulls his phone out of his pocket to call Gigi. A couple of guys walk in, and with one look from him, they turn around and leave.

Max held you in his arms as you cried until Gigi came running in. She suddenly stopped, looking around in wonder.

"I've never been in the boys' restroom before. It's just like ours except for those things." Gigi says, bewildered, pointing at the strange low sinks on the wall. "Why do they have two different kinds of sinks? And ew it smells in here." She pinches her nose and her face scrunches up at the smell.

Max rolls his eyes and says, "Gi . . ." He looks at her and then at you.

"Oh, sorry, yeah. Lanne, what are you doing here? Are you alright? What happened? Don't you know this is the boy's restroom? What . . ."

Max lets out a rough sigh. She stops talking, and he says, "Gi, can't you see she's upset?"

Gigi takes you from him, and you hold on to her, crying even more. A boy walks in, and Max glares at him. He turns and leaves. Max then takes the out-of-order sign and hangs it on the door so no one else will come in.

He walks back to you, "Lanne, tell me what happened. Are you hurt? Do we need to take you to the nurse?"

"Take her to the nurse? Why?" asks Gigi, and then she looks at you. "What happened?"

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