carelessly he spit fire.
“you know i fucked you in the ass. why you frontin like you don’t know me like that. i know you. come on. you were at my house last night…yeah that was you.”
in a wink he abducted my open math book, folder and pen. with unwarranted defiance he challenged my indifference to him while hurling my things to the ground. some gasped, some laughed, some smacked their lips at what he and i knew to be untrue.
he a senior ball player. i a freshman with no social clout. i was to accept his pill.
the peace i knew moments before had been stifled. a rank uneasiness ushered him out of the belly. the lining opened up to allow him his leave. it was thought to be over.
my papers masked the floor, my book lay face down in defeat, my pen scratched from skating the corridor. to the left of my feet, my cheap tennis racket and an opening to lower cavity of the campus. to the right, an opening that led out of the diseased body. i could have left. i should have accepted that he wanted to shit all over me. but i had other plans. i had had enough.
his footsteps quickened their pace as he felt me rapidly approach. both running now, i remained a stationary three paces behind him, racket in hand. he was within arm span but our pace informed me that i should caution all sudden movements.
now out of the belly we quickly reached the hairy center of the premises. he underestimated the height of a thorny rosebush and it shoved him face first into the crack of the quad. i pounced on top of him as he hollered for delinquent aid. while i pulled my arms back to gain momentum for the next swing, he begged me to stop.
his pleas for help enveloped me in a thick membrane of fury.
when help did arrive they rushed for my limbs. one person for each extremity. the adrenaline rush had subsided leaving me to curry in saucy sweat.
i found myself walked down familiar intestines of the campus, only to be incarcerated in the colon like bathroom to await further processing.
charges were to be filed against me because i had physically attacked a young man smitten with me.
so what if i didn’t care for his uninvited affections?
so what if he said he fucked me in the ass?
so what if he menacingly invaded my space?
so what if i don’t like unfinished buisiness?
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