I was a kid when this happened. This guy was my seatmate. He was really friendly at first, so we became friends. It was around 11pm, and i went to the library. I liked to read books and it was cold there, so I stayed for awhile. I was too focused on reading that I didn't notice he was beside me. When we finally made eye contact, he gave me a smile—the kind that looked innocent. but looking back, this was really weird.
I was reading a manga that featured a girl in a short skirt where you could see her thighs, though the book wasn't inappropriate. When he saw what I was reading, he started touching my inner thigh. I felt so uncomfortable. I tried to move away to keep my distance, but he just kept getting closer. He also kept whispering to me things that he would do if only we were alone in that room. I ran to the bathroom and started panicking. I never came back to the library.
That was not the only thing he did. He gathered all the boys in my class to follow me in the bathroom. They did it when I needed to go to the bathroom. Literally, all of them just started following me. They were in a line. Alot of students saw it happen, and they didn't do anything. No one helped me. I told the teachers about it, but they never really did anything to stop that boy.
My classmates didn't help either. They wanted me to end up with that boy. The people around me started telling me that it's just how a boy acts when he likes you. And I believed it. I told myself that was what love looked like. Looking back, I realize I shouldn't have believed it. I felt so foolish for letting him get to me.
A year later, I even started to think I might have feelings for him, though I wasn't fully sure. Now, many years later, I realize I only liked the idea of us being together. This boy became one of my deepest scars. I don't know where he is now, but I finally see the truth of what happened.