"Oh hey, you must be...," I said as a girl greeted me during my 10 year high school reunion.
"Jane, remember, Shawn, the girl who used to sit by you in algebra class."
"Oh yeah, I remember now, well you haven't changed much since I last saw you, how's it going?"
"Alright, how bout yourself?"
"Okay, oh well I better keep on going, I got several other people to meet, so it was nice seeing you."
"Bye," she said as I walked away from her.
Jane wasn't really a bad girl, she just was never my type in high school, and apparently still wasn't, she was the same exact person. In appearance she wasn't great but she wasn't bad either, but the way she presented herself was just unattractive. She usually wore baggy shirts and loose pants or long shorts.
In high school she had a big crush on me, but I usually tried to work around it, and avoid her. She was obsessed with me, she followed me around and constantly tried to be around me. I, on the other hand, tried to avoid her constantly. She was also a sex freak, I always heard her talking about fucking some guy hard, right behind my back as though I couldn't hear.
The reunion went well as I saw several of my old friends and most were impressed with what I had done, become a prosperous business man and also become a much better looking man, as most of my old girlfriends said. When I was about to leave I heard someone say something about fucking me hard, and when I turn back, there she is, Jane, talking about me, what's worst is that she doesn't stop talking about me when I turn around, so I just ignored her and went to my car.
That night I got to my hotel and saw Jane there too, she was staying in the hotel room next door. Why couldn't she just leave me alone, I thought, I don't want anything with her, can't she understand. I just went up to her and try to be nice and make small talk.
"Hey, so your staying her too, wow, I'm so lucky to have you next door, who would of thought," Jane said when she saw me.
"Yeah, what are the chances, I mean, who would of thought, (Yeah right), so how's it going," I asked.
"It's going pretty good, hey, maybe you and I can get together for dinner or something?"
"No thanks, I have other plans, thanks anyway, see you later."
"It's your loss, oh well," Jane said, then started to tell herself something I couldn't understand.
I really didn't have plans, I just wanted to rest, and didn't want to go out with her. I watched T.V. for a while, then I fell asleep. At about 2:00 a.m. I heard the door open, I thought it was just my imagination so I just went back to sleep. I suddenly look back see Jane, and before I can react, she puts this towel over my mouth, which automatically knocks me out.
The next thing I know is that I'm in a room, tied to the bedposts, with my arms and legs tied, and a gag in my mouth. The room seems to be filled with some pictures of me. This is unbelievable, there are tons of pictures of me on the walls, all with pictures of Jane pasted next to mine.
"I see you've seen my pictures next to yours, like it's supposed to be, see what happens for not going out with me, you good looking son of a bitch," Jane said as she came into the room and leaned over on the bed.