My name is Michelle, and today is my 10-year high school reunion. The student council felt inspired to host a festival like a carnival on the football field. Primarily, I've heard high school reunions are boring and not worth the effort, but this piqued my excitement. It will be nice to see some old friends since staying in contact with folks you are far away from is challenging.
My boyfriend, Kyle Maverick, picked me up, and I was looking forward to him seeing what my high school years were all about. We parked and walked past the gymnasium to the football field. Immediately, I traveled back to the high school days of mismatched outfits and my irrational interest in counterculture. Now, I was a fully grown and confident woman wearing a slim black dress with a leather jacket, a style I never thought I could pull off.
I held my boyfriend's skinny hand because he is who you would label a "scrawny" fellow. He is a thin white boy who looks like he has never lifted a weight in his life. He was probably slimmer than I was. But I've never judged anyone solely on their looks, and I don't care about stereotypes. People can't control their appearance, and who am I to judge them? I love him for who he is, and that is all that matters at the end of the day.
It was nice to reunite with friends I hadn't seen in years and hear about the adventures they encountered. Many of them were successful, and I couldn't be prouder. After many tales told about our lives, we had the opportunity to connect again and decided to keep it that way. We promised to visit each other more and scheduled times to see each other more often.
I was in this moment of nostalgic bliss at the popcorn station until I took wind of the putrid sight of Drew Williams, who was the "stereotypical" jock like they would show in the movies. I briefly dated him in high school, which many people warned me about. He rarely dated anyone in high school and had a reputation for being a jerk who only cared about himself. But he continued to pursue me and seemed sweet and kind to me. I decided to give him a chance. He was a pleasant surprise because he wasn't who I expected him to be. We had more in common than I ever imagined with a sports star.
He did have a problem when I took charge or made plans. He had this need to dominate everything. Eventually, it wasn't the best relationship, but it wasn't the worst. He also never wanted to be intimate with me. I didn't feel valued or deserving of it. My self-esteem declined, so I just didn't like him anymore. One night, I told him I didn't want to be with him anymore. He exploded and told me everything that was wrong with me. This evil, horrible side of him that people warned me about was unleashed, and he called me every word in the book. I was heartbroken because I didn't deserve to be treated like that. I originally wanted to be friends but never wanted to see him again after how he treated me.
Since he was the popular jock on campus, everyone believed this rumor he spread where I begged him for sex and acted like a miserable slut. It was a rough time in school because nobody was on my side. Guys gawked and stared at me, whereas girls disrespected and bullied me. They constantly threw me dirty looks that ate at my insides. I was alone; like everything, the rumor dried out, and someone else was being victimized.
I prayed I wouldn't see this heartless demon again, but he stood by himself with his bulky muscles. He was obsessed with his body in high school, so I wasn't surprised he became a professional bodybuilder. He toured around the world as a prolific speaker and participated in different lifting competitions. He was also the spokesperson for other health-based brands. I tried my best to ignore him and walk right past him, but based on my crummy luck, he saw me.
"Well, well, well, look who it is. It's the girl who was lost out on the biggest deal of her life."
"Really? Can't you just let that go? You made my life a living hell; I suffered through that time."
"Well, you deserved it. Look at you now. I am a huge success, and you are dating that spineless twig over there. You really messed up, didn't you, little Michelle?"
"No, I am happy with my choices. You are the one who's hurt and alone. You obviously didn't come with someone. There may be a reason for that. You acted like a soulless jerk after failing to show any intimacy with me."
He walked up to me and stared into my disapproving eyes.
"You want me to be intimate with you?"
He slowly graced his meaty hand upon my butt and tightly squeezed, like how a mother touches her son's feverish head. I felt disgusted but stood frozen by this man's assaulting grip.
My boyfriend saw what was happening and came up to me.
"What the hell is going on here? That's my girlfriend you are touching with your perverted hands."
Kyle shoved Drew in the chest. Drew moved forward and crept over Kyle.
"Buddy, don't ever touch me again. We were having a conversation first. I don't care if this is your girlfriend. She used to be my property."
People began noticing what was happening and started watching the growing dispute.
"Property? That's how you describe the women you date?"
"That's precisely what they are. Why don't you run home to mommy because we were in the middle of something?"
"You don't mess with my girlfriend or me. Who are you anyway?"
I finally spoke up with my soft, victimized voice, "This is Drew."
He looked up at Drew, "Oh, you are the infamous Drew. I've heard so much about you, and not anything too good. You really screwed up Michelle here, and I've wanted to confront you for all these years of dating her."
He winked at me, "Glad to know I made such an impression."
Now, people were keeping their distance but actively surrounding us.
"You won't get away with it."
"Oh yeah. You and what army?"
With that, Kyle, with his right hand, instantly punched Drew on the cheek and pushed him onto the floor. Drew was stunned by the brute force this man held. He then kicked him in the stomach, which made Drew moan in pain. Drew picked himself up without hesitation and hurled a bold punch, which Kyle easily blocked by grabbing and clenching his fist and punching him in the chest with his other hand. Drew fell on his back. Kyle jumped on him and began punching him indefinitely.
I stood there with my mouth open in marvel. I didn't know Kyle knew these MMA moves. There was a whole life to Kyle I never realized.
Finally, after several blows to his face, Drew pushed Kyle back. He removed his shirt and threw it in the crowd, revealing his clean-cut enormous six-pack abs. Drew manically threw as many punches as possible, tiring himself while Kyle precisely blocked every single jab. Kyle kicked Drew right in the face, which made Drew spin around so his back faced Kyle. Kyle took advantage of his cluelessness and yanked his pants down, exposing Drew's meaty legs to the audience. Everyone vindictively laughed because Drew wore an extremely tight thong with a luminous cheetah print. He turned around, saw his pants around his ankles, and looked visibly upset.
Kyle laughed, "Nice thong, stud."