“You think this is funny,” he growled, “you little bitch?” I opened my mouth, but only a hoarse whimper escape my throat.Į grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me off my chair. Fear spread across my body and I started to shake. Behind them, I can see people quietly slipping away, not wanting to be in an uncomfortable situation involving one of the popular guys. He made his way over to my corner and loomed over me, his group of lackeys fanned out behind him, secluding me from the rest of the party. Oh no, what have I done, I thought to myself. He suddenly glanced at my direction and caught me grinning, A flash of anger burned in his eyes and it sent shivers down my spine. Seeing the frustration on E’s face made me grin, and that was the biggest mistake I would make. A couple minutes later, stalked angrily away.
He tried to get in a word or two, but she bulldozed right over him as he looked increasingly uncomfortable. E stood there with his group of lackeys at his back, emphatically waved his hands as his girlfriend point her dainty finger in his face, saying something I could not hear, but was definitely taking him down a peg or two. I feel an immense sense of joy when I saw E and his girlfriend getting into a heated argument. She’s groping his bulge while he slipped his hands into her blouse, caressing her modest boobs. Oh and there, that couple, sitting in the shadowy corner, unable to contain their lust, is getting handsy with each other right there in public. Over there, a girl getting jealous when she caught her boyfriend checkout the girl with the huge racks. Here’s a couple that’s just reconciling from a fight they’re probably going to have make up sex later. The single boys wore their fanciest clothes, trying to finish their school year by living the dream of losing their virginity on prom night. The popular girls, dressed in their sluttiest clothes, were using this post-prom party as their last opportunity to bask in the adoration of the horny nerds, jocks, and geeks alike. Sitting quietly in the corner of the house, I engaged in my favourite hobby – people watching. Well, I would wake up from this nightmare after tonight. They even took pictures of me with my pants down, and then send them to me occasionally to remind me what could happen if I tell my parents or the teachers about their behaviour. They call me cruel names, give me wedgies, and sometimes pull my pants down in the washroom to laugh at my small penis. He and his lackeys find opportunities when we’re alone to push me around. He never bullied me in the open, where he risks tainting his reputation.
My main bully – let’s call him E – was very popular, the captain of the basket ball team, in fact. I suppose my timid demeanour and shyness are inviting qualities for bullies who get off on the feeling of superiority. Granted, with my shoulder length hair, slim body and delicate facial features, nobody would bat an eye if I accidentally walked into the girls washroom. Five years of ridicule just because of my naturally feminine body and smooth hairless skin. It’s prom night and this torturous high school journey was finally going to end.