It was it! I was graduating, five days after my 18th birthday! Finally no more school, and no more of Brandon's harassment. I was ecstatic to get through it quickly. I walked up to the stage and they called my name. "Carson Smith" I began to walk across the stage. I walked across to the hollering from my family. My mother made a scene by walking down to the rails and screaming "Good Job Baby!" As I walked back to my seat, I heard "Congratulations Faggot!" I ignored it. I knew it was Brandon, but I went back to my seat anyway.
He never said anything else to me for the rest of the ceremony. When it was over everyone met up outside. I quickly ran to my family to avoid having to talk to anyone and get out quickly. My mother insisted on taking pictures and I went along with it, trying to speed up the process the whole time. All of a sudden, Brandon walks behind my mom acting like he isn't paying attention. His hand brushes her butt and he pinched my back. I turned around and saw him. He saw me and my mom and remarked "I apologize, I wasn't paying attention. I am trying to find my mother." he smiled and my mom smiled back "It's fine sweety." I made no expression, but in my head it pissed me off because I knew it he did it on purpose.
Finally, it was all over. Brandon stared at me the whole, and I tried not to make eye contact. When we were leaving, I heard a whistle as the stereotypical guy does from the movies when he sees a girl he likes. "Damn baby, Nice ass!" None of my family acted if they even heard it, but I knew who it was. They probably just thought it was teens being teenagers.
Brandon was 18 and a jock type of guy. Since 10th grade when I met him, we started out fine. He used to ask me where parties were at every week, and I would always tell him I didn't know. One day, I came to class and he had taken my seat. I asked him if I could have my seat back, and he started cussing. I ignored it and sat in my seat. I made the mistake of crying, and he's been bothering me ever since. When he found out I wasn't into girls, It got ten times worse. I was just glad to get rid of him after graduation.
After getting home, Brandon came jogging by my house. I acted as if I didn't see him. I was sitting on the porch and smoking a cigarette, trying to look cool. I hoped my cigarette would impress him and he would think I was cool. My mom walked out and I quickly through my cigarette to the side, off the porch. She asked what I wanted for dinner. I told her I didn't know, trying to get her to back inside. Then, when he passed my house and on the corner, I heard "PUSSY!" shouted really loudly.
"Who is that?" my mom asked. I looked to the side of the house, acting shocked. "I have no idea. Probably some kid thinking he's funny. Inside, I was shaken hard. He knows where I live now. I felt like I was starting high school all over again and he had all my classes.
I tried to ignore it and went in the house. After dinner, I headed to bed. My bed was beside my window, so I looked out and was shocked to see someone standing in my backyard. He was kind of ducked down in the bushes. My first thoughts were that it was Brandon. I went down stairs and went outside to face this guy. I looked out the back window and saw the guy looking in the window and apparently grabbing his crotch. I opened the back door and yelled "Hey!" the shadow jumped the fence and ran off. The shoes he wore, were none other than a pair of sperries greatly resembling the one's Brandon wore all year. I walked over to see what he was looking at. It was my mother in the bath tub, rubbing herself. I was disgusted. I walked back into the house.
