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𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎?
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚎?
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠?
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎?
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎?
𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚐𝚘?
-𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝙴𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑(𝙱𝚞𝚛𝚢 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍)
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𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒. 𝑁𝑜. 𝑁𝑜, 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡. 𝐼'𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑟𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝑟𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡? 𝑅𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡?
-Naa Oklekie
The feel of skin on mine jolted me out of my daydream.
"Hey chill wai, why'd you flinch? I'm just taking the book at your other side."
[wai: Here, it means "please"]
Ignoring him with an eye roll and a blank expression on my face, I proceeded with finishing my math assignment from the day before.
"Naa, you too, mind me ern.", Justin whisper-- whined with his hand gliding up and down my thigh, enough to disposition my black pleated skirt.
As I began to solve the last problem in my book, I mumbled underneath my breath, " If I knew this is what you'll do, I wouldn't have sat here." I said it loud enough for him to hear though, I was sick and tired of having to endure all this wahala.
𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠.
𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑠ℎ.
But I lied, I knew exactly what was going to happen the moment I agreed to exchange seats with Kwabena. It always went this way, I'd be groped until I'm able to make it out of his sight.
𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑒𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑤.
Honestly, I hated it. I hated how I was treated like a child's rag doll. Any other sane person would probably get Justin to stop or possibly, report to the teacher who is sitting right in front of us.
𝐹𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, ℎ𝑖𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑘𝑛𝑒𝑒...
On the contrary, I find myself constantly playing it off, and repeatedly acting like I could care less when I should be preventing this over perverted nincompoop from taking further advantage of me.
...𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑟𝑡.
If it was viewed from the perspective of an intellectual mind, one could say I was probably fueling him instead of protecting myself.
𝐻𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑖𝑛𝑛𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠...
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