OK! *slaps palms down on table*
So, at our library, there's a teen section in the back with a couple booths. It's really the only place for me and my friends to hang out, so we got there after school about every day. That day happened to be anime day, in which us and a librarian take over one of the rooms and watch anime on a wall-size screen. I don't really like anime, but it's fun to watch with friends.
So, after school, there's about an hour until it starts. So we're all sitting at/around the booth. Talking. And then the black guy walks in. I'd never met him, but I could tell he was trouble. He comes in, carrying the wheel to hit unicycle. He claims to have crashed it into a car in the parking lot, and the rest was ruined, so he ditched it in a... ditch. Whatever.
I could tell he was trouble, since you could see his knife. Yeah, ok. I was sitting in a chair at one end of the booth (They're in the middle of the room, so you can pull up chairs to them.) He sat down across from me. OK. He asks my friend where her brother is. She replies that he's at home, probably eating a big mac and looking at furry porn (yes. We joke that I'm a 'harmless furry'). OK. so he stays.
I'm not good at interacting with the people I know, let alone someone who got expelled for ARSONY. I try and act casual.
Time comes for anime club. Someone asks if he wants to come, at which point I CRINGE (whether I like him or not, he still used to hang out with them. some of them aren't much cleaner then him, but at least they're not scary). They all grab their bags, I take a second to grab some books from the shelf. BIG. MISTAKE.
Keep in mind that this is in the very back of the library, where nobody goes but us. So it's just me and him. Enough shelves to keep too much noise from spreading. yup. I walk back to the booth and start to put the books in my bag, planning to check them out later. He's still sitting in the chair, playing with the wheel. He looks up and says,
'Hey little guy.'
I knew from what had been passed back and forth earlier in the conversation that he was bisexual. And I knew I was F*CKED. He was about a foot taller then me, and could definetly bench press twice my weight. And he was between me and the rest of the library. So I try and act cool,
'Yeah?'
'Wanna have some fun?'
'...no' (trying to act indifferent as I zip my bag)
'Come on, don't be shy'
'No.'
At which point he stood up, came around the table, and pushed me, pinning my shoulders against a shelf.
'You know you want to' I could smell the weed in his breath.
'NO'
At which point he threw me down so my stomach was pressed against the back of the booth. And then he got on top of me. And humped me (no. He didn't take off any of his clothes or mine). Humped me until I couldn't feel my ass. And then he stood up.
'Now that wasn't so bad, was it?'
I just laid there, hands over my face.
After a while, I looked up. He was gone. Yeah, ok. I got up and when to where my friends were. I admit, I could have more comforting friends. Ah well.
The worst bit came later though. I was sitting outside on a bench with him and my friend, whose dad was giving him a ride to her house. He was creepy. And he borrowed my phone. All I could do was pretend nothing happened.
I didn't tell anyone, even though they always say, 'YOU NEED TO TELL THE AUTHORITIES!!!'. **** that, I got over it. I'm not messing with him, plus, hell, my friends get along with him. I can't explain it, but I just didn't feel a need to tell anyone.
I actually saw him again recently, unicycling in circles around the parking lot. And then he ran into a car. I laughed.
