I have always hated this guy in my class. Jeremy. He is always such a douche-bag to me. For example: He always makes me feel uncomfortable. He is constantly trying to humiliate me. Like asking "if I was really trying that morning to look good", and " if you look that bad with make-up, how bad would you be without it." The only problem is that I don't wear any make-up. He always sits behind me in any class I have with him just so that he can torment me while I'm trying to learn. I've caught him on multiple occasions taking pictures of me. He touches me, and always tells the teacher that I know the answer, even though I don't know the answer.
I have tried many times to tell a teacher, but since I don't have any proof they can't do anything about it. Even though the teachers believe me they can't help me without definitive proof. These are just a few of the things that he does that makes me absolutely crazy in hate. If I had the ability to change schools just to get away from Jeremy. I would do it in a heartbeat.
As a social outcast I am used to having notes shoved in my locker, saying mean things that I've gotten used to hearing and reading. The note, which I thought was just another "go kill yourself" recomendation, was a sort of love letter. Asking to meet me in the library during lunch. Of course being a girl I thought that it was interesting and wanted to meet this mystery person. As lunch came around I skipped out on eating, Jeremy probably would have just taken my lunch again anyway, and went into the library. Sitting by himself, waiting, was Jeremy. Of course I thought that he was just doing some homework, surprisingly.
I sat down at a table away from Jeremey when he got up and made his way towards me. I was preparing to leave, feeling sorry for the secret admirer. But Jeremy got to me first. He told me to sit back down. Of course I complied not wanting more ridicule. He confessed his love for me, and that he wanted to be with me. I denied him instantly. I don't even think that he finished the question before I refused him. Telling him that I hated him, and if he thought that he was ever going to be with a woman then he would have to be dreaming pretty hard. Then walked off.
After school I rode the bus home. Luckily Jeremy wasn't on the bus with me. I think he drove to school. We were both seniors, but I wasn't able to afford a car. I was too busy trying to pay bills. When I was young my mother died and my father left me to fend for myself. So I had an after school job, but today was my only day off for the week. So of course I was going to enjoy laying down and just relaxing for a change of pace. First, though, I had to finish the remaining homework that I wasn't able to get done in class. It didn't take long, there were only a few classes I had homework left in. After I was finished I sat down on the couch and turned on the television. Which is where I first noticed something weird. The window was open. I never opened the window. I would have thought more about it, but my favorite show was on and I didn't want to miss it. Unfortunately, I was going to miss it. As when I got back to my couch. I saw a figure standing in the hallway to get to my room.
