Another guy

One life

Rose’s point of view:

Tears were streaming down my face. I felt empty. Silence filled the room once again. Trevor looked at me with guilt eating him up from the inside out. How could this be possible? From the way Trevor told me everything, I liked what they had done to me. Did I like it? Although I felt violated. This was all done without my consent. My feelings were all over. One moment I felt shame, the next worry, and then I felt my blood start to boil, but my hands were cold and clammy. I stood up from the chair and made my way into my bedroom. Trevor followed me. I threw myself onto the bed and curled up. The tears were flowing and I was sobbing uncontrollably. Trevor put his hand on my back, trying to help. But all I felt was disgust and I yelled:

“Get out! Get out of my room! Leave me alone!”

He patted my back and stood up. He left the room without saying a word.

All I could think about was that my second day at this fancy college was worse than the first. I felt violated and all alone. I could not tell anyone about this, they would think I was a slut. Because I liked what they had done to me. The images from the night before did not help and every time they flashed before me, I felt a warm feeling sending waves through me down to my nub. This was all wrong. I should go to the police, but then Trevor would be going to jail and I could not do that to him. He said he was sorry.

For hours, I laid in my bed, crying and thinking. Until there were no more tears to give and no thoughts to think about left.

The next day I had to get up. There was a reason I came to this college and it was the classes. As the days went by, I made myself a survival routine. I got up, took a shower and put on my baggiest clothes. What I was wearing would not be the reason I would get into such a situation again. After a couple of months with this routine, I finally started to forget about the whole encounter. I started feeling happier and started to see why this was a good college for me. The lectures were good, and I really got into my element. I felt smart and empowered. Until that very faithful day.

I was feeling good and put on some clothes that were not baggy. It was a warm day. I threw on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I did not think much of it and went to my new lecture in room 265.

I picked a seat in the middle row. The other students were talking about our new professor. One girl said:

“Oh god, he is so hot and young! I would definitely bend over a desk for him!”

Another girl answered:

“Oh my god! You are so bad! But yeah, I get what you are saying he is so dreamy! Being with him would be amazing!”

I rolled my eyes and started to look at our book for the semester. Suddenly, the doors to the room burst open, and a handsome man walked inside. His body was muscular, and his hair was dark. He seemed determined to try not to notice any of the girls who sat a little straighter and stuck out their breasts. When he stood at the podium, the whole room paid attention to him, but his eyes landed on me, and they darkened as he licked his lips. All of a sudden, my body felt skittish, and my mouth was dry. He cleared his throat and said:

“Whether speaking to one or one hundred people, it is important to learn how to articulate your message clearly. In this class, you will learn how to get your point across while understanding your audience and conveying your message with confidence.”

His eyes were locked on mine, and it was clear that he was fixating on me. My breath quickened, and my body was tense.

He turned his back to the class and wrote on the board:

“P-r-o-f-e-s-s-o-r B-u-l-b-y.”

I felt paralyzed. My head was spinning, and I felt as if the last couple of months of progress failed me. I wanted to run away. I wanted to leave. I did not know what I was supposed to do. I just sat there. Paralyzed.