Might not exist

One thing was real: there was no one in my class vaguely close to that physical shape. "Mrs.Jenkins! It's been a while!", he states, getting closer. I see that he's holding one silver medal in his hand. "Jonathan! Hi! Sorry I'm sweating...", "Oh I don't mind...", he replies, navigating his eyes impertinently from my shoes to the haircut. When his glance reaches my tank top, violeting its thin fabric with a lustful stare, I blush. "I find you very well..." he points out, as though his look wasn't enough. "Oh, thanks...can you please give me back that medal now...it's somehow precious to me...", I retort, reaching over to take it back. As I pull the ribbon though comes a resistence from his side. I am about to say something when the guy abruptly opens his fingers; the medal slips and falls. Immediately, I go on my knees to retake it, realizing too late that he wanted me exactly in that position. "So many victories...not bad Mrs.Jenkins, you must be a strong woman...", he remarks, displaying a nasty grin of superiority. I jump up "Yes, I am! One day meybe I'll show you...". "Honey! Your juice!", my daughter's voice comes from the kitchen. "Sure!", he replies, deserving me of another downgrading look before turning his back. As he leaves, I think that I don't care how big or strong he is. I will break his bones one by one.

A few days later.

"Nath...no...yes....friday. The whole day? ahaha...there are waterfalls, animals, what you'd find in a forest...ok, 99% sure. Later!". I am overhearing the conversation that my daughter is having over the phone, when she hangs up. That was enough though and I got what I wanted; this is the right moment for my plan to set into action. "Mom, this Friday I'm hiking with my friends, it's Gen's birthday. Just to let you know...", "Oh no...this Friday, ehm? Ok, it doesn't matter honey...have fun...", "Why? Is there something that I forgot?", "No, not you...it's on me. I forgot. This friday is coming the van to take out all the garbage downstairs. I need some help to move the heaviest stuff and I was counting on you. But fair enough, I didn't tell you, and now I'll have to manage that alone". My daughter mulls over it a bit. I turn my back, pretending to be busy doing something. She was a smart girl, sooner or later she'd have come to the right conclusion. It takes her a good minute, but then she finally falls into the trap; "Maybe there's a solution. If I go out, Jonathan can come over and help you out. There are a few things and just a couple are very bulky. In an half an hour you'll manage it. I'm sure that he won't mind". "Brilliant idea darling! Your boyfriend is lovely. Say thanks. He can come Friday morning around 11".