"For a white girl, you have a really nice ass," said Drake.
I blushed, even though that comment made me feel sick. The bell was just about to ring and after that I was free to leave and not see him for the rest of the day.
The bell rang and as I was leaving, I felt someone grab my butt. I turned around and it was Drake, he winked at me. I walked away as fast as I could. I went straight to French class.
"Do you remember that guy I told you about in my health class?" I asked Jane.
"Yeah, the gross one?"
"Yep, that's him."
"What did he do this time?"
"Well before he would just flirt. But yesterday he kept asking me disgusting questions. Today though, he went way too far... he grabbed my butt."
"Oh my god, what a creep!" she said, "you need to report him."
"I want to, but I don't know if I have enough proof to make a case. What if they don't believe me?"
"Just start saving screenshots of everything he says to you and you should go report him next week. What did David say?"
"Well, I never really mentioned it to David.." i said.
"You should tell him."
"What if he gets mad?" I asked.
"Well then he's an asshole because this isn't your fault. You literally told Drake time and time again that you have a boyfriend and that you aren't interested but he keeps harassing you."
I thought about what she said.
"Okay, I'm going to get as much as I can and I will report him."
After class, it was finally time for lunch. I was starving. I took the sandwich that my mom made for me out of my locker and headed towards the cafeteria.
I sat with my usual lunch group.
"Hey guys," I said.
"OMG," said Priya, "you and David are so cute together."
I smiled, "thanks."
Just then, Drake sat down next to me. I gulped.
"What's up, Alina?" he asked.
I tried not to look directly at him.
"Nothing," I said.
"You guys wanna go buy lunch with me?" asked Miranda.
Ugh, I thought, looks like I'm going to be alone with Drake for a little while since no one else brought a lunch.
The table cleared and it was just me and Drake.
"So," he said as he put his hand on my knee.
I felt really uncomfortable, I started sweating. He dragged his hand up higher to my thigh. Oh no you don't, I thought to myself and I slammed my leg up against the bottom of the table as hard as I could, crushing his hand.
"OW, what the FUCK!" he yelled.
"Don't fucking touch me," I screamed.
"You're cute when you're playing hard to get, I'll get you one day Alina," he said before he walked away, cradling his crushed hand.
I think I need to finally tell someone. I'll tell David after school.
During English, I got another text from Drake. Why did I give him my number? Well, I know why, it was because we were working on assignments together.