I came out of class texting, when this Banana-Republic-model-looking guy came up to me. I wanted to go home. It was Friday, and I was ready to pass out on my bed. He started talking to me; I looked through my phone. He kept saying something about midnight stroll at his beach house, and his family was out of town so that I could stay the night. I yawned once and remained on my phone. He had no idea that I wasn’t interested.

“So, it’s Friday, and I’m exhausted from this long week,” I said.

He continued talking to me, saying that he could take me to the spa or something. I just wanted to go home.

“I’m really tired,” I said.

“I can take you back to my place and we can chill in my room,” he said.

“I’m sorry, I really just want to go back home,” I told him. I slowly walked towards the door while he processed that statement. He gave me a blank stare. I stopped; I was scared that he might do something to me if I left, so I continued the conversation.

“So, tell me, why are you talking to me?” I asked.

“Well, it’s pretty obvious that you’re hot,” he said.

I rolled my eyes at him. I looked at him, and I felt as if he didn’t know what rejection was. I thought to myself, how could I leave this situation? So, I took out my phone. I needed to text someone for help. The first person I thought of was my boyfriend. I told him where I was.

“I think you should come with me, if you want to have a good time,” he said.

“I’m honestly not interested, but thanks for the offer,” I said, backing away slowly. I felt like I was going to need help getting away from this creep. I unlocked my phone and sent a text to my boyfriend asking him to come to me, quickly, I needed his help. When model guy noticed that I was backing away, he grabbed me and pinned me to the wall. I tried to breathe, but I couldn’t. All I could think was, he was going to hurt me, maybe worse.

“I have to have you,” he said. He started unzipping his pants.
I heard footsteps. I tried to call for help, but I had no air to support my voice. The footsteps got louder. I pushed his arm far enough to gasp for air.
I yelled, “Help! Can someone please help me!” The footsteps grew louder and closer. I opened my eyes and saw my boyfriend coming to my rescue. I saw him head-bump this creep; the creep fell to the ground. I slid down the wall to the ground, tears rushing down my cheeks. I looked up at my boyfriend. His eyes glowed with anger. I feared him for a second, and then I looked at the creep. He saw my boyfriend and then looked at me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it,” he said.
“So, why did you do it?” my boyfriend yelled.
“I’m sorry,” he said, tears pouring out of him.
I whispered to my boyfriend to let him go.
“Are you sure?” asked my boyfriend.
I nodded as responds.
“You’re lucky for today, but if I see your face ever again I will destroy that pretty face of yours. Leave, before I change my mind,” said my boyfriend.
The creep ran away in fear. Never again did I see him, but I had to believe that he learned something from what he had done. Even to this day, my boyfriend still asks me why I let him go. All I can tell him is, I saw his eyes.