"Fuck off."

"Fuck off." You say towards him straight at his face. Nope, Nope you are not doing this today or any day. Yes, he's an asshole with an egotistic personality. But when he hits on girls that don't feel comfortable. That's when you usually come in and call him out.

This is the reason why he hates you. But right now he's doing what he does to girls towards you. Thinking that you are a girl. You can't believe he's actually doing this.

When he hears you say fuck off this makes him mad.

He then pins you onto the locker as you can feel the **** of the push hit your back. You wanted to push him off of you. But before you can do that he grabs your chin and makes you look at him.

"Listen here girl, when I see something I like I get it." He spews out with frustration. You couldn't say anything back at him. You were too afraid to get hit by him. Yeah, you have balls to stand up to him, but he is the quarterback for the school.

He can clearly over power you. If he wants to he can probably **** you onto your knees and make you suck his dick. All you can do is whimper underneath him.

You then feel his hand going up your skirt and feeling your legs. "You're lucky that I don't like hitting cute girls." You can feel his hand slowly moving up towards your crotch. Making you feel embarrassed underneath him.

Oh god, you don't want him to find out that you're a guy. Your heart hammers as you just wait for him to find out. "Hey Jason not to ruin your make-out session but we have to head out to practice." You then look left to see all of his teammates there.

It seems like they are there to get him. He backs off from you and looks at you while licking his lips. "You better show up to the party tonight, I like myself some feisty ones." You then see him walk away with his group.

You just stood there flustered and angry. You can't believe what just fucking happened.

Jason mistook you as a girl and then he sexually harassed you. Thank god that his teammates showed up. If they didn't who knows what would've happened. Feeling you up like a slut or something. Maybe you wanted it... Shaking your thoughts out, you head towards your locker.

Maybe your friends can understand what's going on right now.