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.
I got up to my room and was disgusted, not only had I saw my mom naked, but Brandon was peeping in on her while she was doing it. He saw my mother naked, my stomach sunk and my heart felt like it was beating a mile a minute. I began to cry and went to bed.
The next morning, I got up routinely. I heard voices down stairs. I rushed down, as they didn't sound familiar. I was horrified this asshole was in my house. I got downstairs to see it was just my mom and dad talking. Turns out my paranoia just got to me. I greeted them and went to watch TV. My dad came in to tell me that my mom and him we're going to go on Vacation. "All right!!" I thought in my head. "Finally some time to throw a party."
I went upstairs to text my friends and tell them I would be throwing a party soon and trying to find someone to bring Alcohol. Kandice said she had a "Contact" to get it. Then there it was, I had my party starting. I wanted it to be small, to avoid having my home destroyed. I was extremely excited to have my first party.
My parents left the next morning, and for two days I did nothing but relax. Then, it was party time! The party was pretty fun, and we had around 10 people. Just an average teen party. Around 3 AM, everyone went home and I drunkenly went upstairs to my room. I couldn't sleep, and began to get thirsty. I went downstairs to get a drink. I turned the alarm on, and walked around the house. I considered ordering a pizza, and had to turn off the alarm. I went in my parent's room to get some money off the dresser. I counted out $10 and went to use their bathroom to call and order a pizza. I opened the door and my heart dropped. Brandon was sitting on the toilet, sniffing my mom's panties. He was startled, but just sat there when I walked in. I couldn't move for a minute. I sat there in shock, I looked down. It just couldn't register. My bully was sitting there, jacking off with my moms panties in his hand.
