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I don't know his last name. His first name is Scott.
He looked at me and smiled.
I had a dick boyfriend who wouldn't spend any time with me. I was lonely.
I felt like I had no friends. I just wanted to be loved, I just wanted to have friends. Tami was my friend. People could say she was a slut but I knew better. So we went to Scott's party. They had beer. I had never tasted it before. But I took a sip. Scott sat down next to me. Asked me to come to his room. I said no. I took another sip. He asked again, I smirked and said no. I took a 3rd sip. He asked yet again, I giggled and said no. I took another sip. He asked a final time, and extended his hand. I said no, but I took his hand.
My pants were off and he was on top of me. I pushed him off. I'm not sure how much time had elapsed. He tried to get me to give him head, but I refused. I put my pants back on and ran out of the room. The people at the party congratulated Scott and patted him on the back. I had to sit next to him in his pickup truck, because I didn't have a ride home and he "volunteered."
I was late getting home. I don't know how much time elapsed, but it must've been alot.
Why can't I remember?
He called me everyday for 2 weeks. I stopped answering my phone. I errupted in the hallways. I started screaming. Everyone found out.
My boyfriend broke up with me.
I didn't like him anyways.
The worst part is that it's my fault.
He looked at me and smiled.
I had a dick boyfriend who wouldn't spend any time with me. I was lonely.
I felt like I had no friends. I just wanted to be loved, I just wanted to have friends. Tami was my friend. People could say she was a slut but I knew better. So we went to Scott's party. They had beer. I had never tasted it before. But I took a sip. Scott sat down next to me. Asked me to come to his room. I said no. I took another sip. He asked again, I smirked and said no. I took a 3rd sip. He asked yet again, I giggled and said no. I took another sip. He asked a final time, and extended his hand. I said no, but I took his hand.
My pants were off and he was on top of me. I pushed him off. I'm not sure how much time had elapsed. He tried to get me to give him head, but I refused. I put my pants back on and ran out of the room. The people at the party congratulated Scott and patted him on the back. I had to sit next to him in his pickup truck, because I didn't have a ride home and he "volunteered."
I was late getting home. I don't know how much time elapsed, but it must've been alot.
Why can't I remember?
He called me everyday for 2 weeks. I stopped answering my phone. I errupted in the hallways. I started screaming. Everyone found out.
My boyfriend broke up with me.
I didn't like him anyways.
The worst part is that it's my fault.