"No thanks."

"No, thanks," you say firmly as you remove his hand from your thigh. You try to create space between the two of you, feeling scattered and out of place in your mind.

It took all of your willpower to say no, but knowing him, he doesn't take no for an answer. Suddenly, you feel your body being pushed back against the locker wall.

He pins you against the wall, not allowing you to escape his reach. "Listen here, slut! The only reason you dress that way is to get attention from boys. Well, you got my attention, and now you're trying to play coy," he says, his hand touching your hair as he moves it aside to get a closer look at your eyes.

"You're lucky I don't like damaging the product. I don't want them broken when I'm using them," he adds before kissing your cheek. You try to struggle, but it lands, leaving your face red. You're not sure if it's from blushing or anger.

Then he backs off. "I'll be at the party. I'll be expecting you," he says, kissing your hand and winking at you.

"Who's this hottie?" you hear his teammates ask as they approach from behind him. They eye you up and down, and Jason simply smiles. "She's mine, guys. No one touches her, alright?" They all laugh, and you can't help but blush. "Better be at the party, sexy," he says as he walks away with his teammates.

"Oh god, what is happening right now?" you say to yourself.

Jason mistook you for a girl and then groped you. Maybe you secretly wanted to be groped... You shouldn't go to the party. He'll definitely be there, right next to you, his hands on your curves.

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you start heading towards your locker.

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