Is it normal that i don't know..?
This was a while ago. I went out with this boy for a little while. About a week. To be honest, I didn’t like him that way and I told him so when he ‘asked me out.’ He asked me again that night. He was aware of my feelings, and I always give people a chance. So I said alright. How he knew me, was one of our classes. I’m a freshman, he’s a junior. While in that class, he would put his hand on my leg. Just on the knee. This was fine I guess. When I ended the relationship, I felt bad..but I didn’t even think I liked him as a friend anymore. He was kind of..mean. Not to me, because that wouldn’t of mattered. But to other people, like my friends. My closest friends are male. Anyway. When I broke up with him, he asked me if we could be friends with benefits. I declined. He just said whatever. A bit later, he would put his hand on my leg. But this time it was him trying to put his hand higher. He’s persistent.
In somewhere of the middle of all this, (the whole story). He texted me and asked ‘What if I had pulled down your zipper and undone your button”..."Tomorrow should be interesting”
I said "Nothing. it wouldn't happen"
I didn’t show up the next day.(Stupid.) He tried more throughout the quarter.
He would try to touch my breast, anything. I would wear a baggy hoody and he’d insult it and still attempt to grab my breast. I would just brush it all off. I couldn’t move to a different seat because it was a full class. I would simply say no, to the hand on the leg. He would anyway. I would push his hand away, and it was a lot of effort to do so. When he got tired of trying to get through the cracks of my defense, I guess, he would tickle me with one hand and use the other to grab at my crotch. He would poke my sides, tickle me under the knee, anything to get me off-guard. I’ll quit rambling and try to move on. When tickling my sides he would poke my breast. When tickling under my knee he would lift my leg up. I don’t know how he did it so discreetly; I guess they just thought he was tickling me. He didn’t really do any work in that class. I tried, but I’d have to get one arm rigid on my leg and have the other arm ready to stop his other hand. I would tell him to stop, looking him in the eye. He would. For about a second, then try again. That was the first quarter I had ditched. Ever. It was just that class, but I seemed to more and more as he tried harder. Throughout the class, he would get almost mad at me and tell me to just relax. I didn’t want to.