The male classmate who harassed me, I'm sorry, eight years later, I still can't forgive you. ...

Eight years later, I couldn't bear to be harassed again and blacked out his contact information.

Sometimes time heals all wounds. I have forgotten the person who cast a shadow over my junior high school and senior high school and laughed it off.

However, things are unpredictable. I met him again at a classmate's New Year's party.

After I was diagnosed with illness years ago, I returned to my hometown, and my old friends and classmates suddenly appeared and began to care about my recent situation.

Among them is my good friend A Bing from junior high school. After so long, we still talk about everything on WeChat as we did in junior high school. After people around me gradually lost interest in my illness and satisfied their mother's heart, she stayed. Talk to me as usual every day to make me feel better.

Until one day, we chatted with each other. She suddenly said

"Do you remember Kevin Z? The one who chased you in junior high school and high school, I have been keeping in touch with him. Do you want us to get together with some classmates another day, and you two can catch up ~ "

I refused without thinking.

"Forget it, I will be embarrassed if I don't want to see him."

A Bing suddenly became interested and insisted on an appointment.

"What's so embarrassing? The past is the past. Besides, at that time, everyone was children and didn't understand. "

However, is it really over?

Kevin Z is my junior high school classmate, to be exact, half of them. Because of poor academic performance and stubborn personality, I dropped out of the "mixed society" when I was in the second grade.

He is not tall, about 1.6 meters, and he looks very white in the impression, with a baby face, big eyes and double eyelids. He always has an exaggerated smile on his face, not a warm and positive smile, but more like a perverted and crazy smile.

Different from the traditional social youth, if you are not familiar with him, you may think that he is an obedient ordinary middle school student by his appearance and height.

Actually, it's not. If you ask who secretly looks at the bottom of the Chinese teacher's skirt with a mirror in class, sleeps in class, meets in the Woods at the school gate and talks back to the teacher, who is the most troublesome student for all teachers, it must be him.

Adolescent rebellion and restlessness, now it seems to me that these behaviors are normal for a junior high school boy.

However, those ordinary boys have long been blurred in my heart. Only he, precocious and weird, gradually became one of the few nightmares in my adolescence. Because some of his behaviors sometimes make me feel uncomfortable in the sensitive period of youth, and even make me feel sick in a cold sweat.

When a small square suddenly appeared under my feet, which turned out to be a condom, I felt ashamed and at a loss, and his harsh voice and laughter came from my ear.

"Do you know what this is? What is this for? Shall I give you one? "

I was doing my homework during the break, and suddenly "Lucky" was chosen by him and became his joke. I still can't forget the harsh laughter of the boys and girls who came around to watch the play.

And me, what should I do? I can only pretend to continue doing my homework with a straight face. But after such a long time, that sense of shame still makes me feel bad.

Quiet and not rebellious, I seem to have gradually become his primary goal. In addition, at such a restless age, as a monitor and the best student in my class, I was originally the object of their ridicule.

Is that what he did to me? No, he bullies or plays tricks on everyone, but compared with the "hard way" of treating others, he seems to treat me differently from others. At that time, he might feel it, but he couldn't clearly understand what it was.

It was not until I grew older that I gradually realized that the way he played tricks on me was full of naked sexual hints! ! !

After I didn't resist because I was at a loss, he began to do some strange things to win my attention.

The most profound impact was that I was taking a nap after dinner when I was suddenly awakened by a burst of laughter and frightened crying.

Probably because I am quiet, I am a schoolmaster in junior high school, introverted and unsociable. After lunch, most of the girls are playing outside the classroom, and I am the only one who stays in the classroom to rest and prepare for reading.

After being woken up, I saw tables, chairs and benches scattered all over the floor, surrounded by his friends, clapping and laughing, and passed through the gap of the crowd without hesitation, and I saw him.

The moment I saw him, I was awake and ran out of the classroom door in despair.

What was he doing then? He rode on a thin boy who was also inarticulate, doing indescribable movements. The boy below him was obviously greatly insulted, with red eyes and tears, struggling desperately. ?

But what's the use? Several boys pressed him down and asked the leader to do those insulting actions.

Then, he gave me a smug and playful look.

Want to try it?

I don't know how long the atrocities lasted, and I don't know whether the boy who was crushed under me will still have psychological shadows until now. I can't describe my feelings at that time. There is no empathy in the world.

But all I know is that whenever I write these words, my hands still shake.

Later, I learned to be used to it and be indifferent, but in fact I was trembling with fear.

One day at noon, he confessed to me and took his little brother with him.

I refused his disgusting behavior before without thinking. He didn't seem to care, and the next day he was with another girl in the class.

It wasn't long before he dropped out of school.

At this point, his influence on me came to an end, because no one bothered me, I was able to study in peace of mind in senior three, and my later efforts were not in vain. I was admitted to a local key high school with the first grade in the whole school.

I used to think that he might just be an unlikable passer-by in memories of youth, and then there might be no intersection.

However, things seem to be getting worse.

In high school, he pestered me again.

"You are wearing blue trousers and a white sweater today."

When I came home from school at noon, I was walking on the road when my mobile phone suddenly remembered the sound of short messages.

"Who are you? How do you know all this? "

"I'm Kevin Z. I came to your school to find you. Your mobile phone number is a secret."

It's him again It's him again It's him again

Although there are bustling crowds around after school, I still feel cold and goose bumps when I see these short messages!

At that time, my heart was a bolt from the blue. "Finished, my high school life is ruined. What should I do? " ?

It was really hard at that time, and I cried. Students who didn't go home to school didn't stop at night. I was late for class and there were few pedestrians around. I told my parents that they certainly didn't understand. They live alone without their parents.

"What do you want?"

Soon the strange number returned a message in seconds.

"I can't forget you, I like you, be my girlfriend!"

Thinking of what he did in junior high school, I was not surprised by confession, but was replaced by nausea and powerlessness entangled by a pervert.

"I don't like you. Come on. "

"Then I have been pestering you. When you promise, I will know your class and your route home. "

"I will wait for you at the school gate every day."

Seeing this, I understand that I am finished, and I really can't get rid of him.

That night, I couldn't concentrate on studying at night. All I could think about was how to get home. What if I do meet him?

There are two school gates. Where will he wait for me? I think it was high school. I can go home from middle school, but it's too far.

After class in the evening, everyone happily packed up their books and went home. Only I am still sitting on the stool. Brother Hao, a male classmate who has a good relationship with me in front, found that I was wrong and came to ask me why.

After knowing it clearly, he said indignantly, do you want someone to beat him up for you? As he spoke, his good friend leaned in. Later, I was afraid that everyone would be expelled by the school warning, and I was afraid that he would do something crazy again.

So, after consulting with my friends, Hao Ge decided to send me home every night and become my "flower protector". I was very moved at that time. My friendship with Hao Ge has continued to this day. I also attended his wedding on time last month.

In order to thank them for their generous help, I promised to invite them to dinner every day.

It seems that this has worked. Kevin Z seems to have never seen him at the school gate after texting me and asking me why there are boys accompanying me home.

But every day, I receive countless harassing text messages, one after another, and there are many inexplicable WeChat and QQ.

Each content is nothing more than what clothes I am wearing today, confessing that I am with him and asking me out at night. Sometimes they say downstairs.

My parents in high school are doing business outside, so I feel uncomfortable living alone. I spent every day in fear and fear, and my grades have been declining during that time. I tried to call the police, but I was timid. I don't think the police care about this.

This state lasted for a year, and I don't know how I got through it. Every day his mobile phone is full of text messages and missed calls. You have to turn off your cell phone at the weekend. I don't know why he was so persistent with me, and even later I was afraid to go out alone.

More than a year has passed, and I seem to be used to his existence. With the approach of the college entrance examination, I slowly began to withdraw my heart to study.

However, things will not be smooth sailing. At that time, I thought he only dared to send me a text message, and he dared not appear in front of me when he saw someone accompanying me home.

I saw him at the door of the classroom after class at night! ! !

That night, my classmates and I chatted and relaxed at the door of the classroom. The evening breeze in midsummer seemed to blow away the haze hanging over me.

But I suddenly saw a familiar figure at the corner of the stairs. Is that him? I suddenly felt a chill and completely lost interest in chatting. When I turned around, I found him standing on the stairs, smiling at me.

I returned to my classroom seat in a daze. Lie prone on the table and cover yourself with a wide school uniform.

Let the students shout, "Someone is looking for you outside, come out quickly." neglect

Seeing me like this, Hao Ge came to comfort me and said it doesn't matter. We will accompany you home at night.

In the evening, the three of us walked past the high school gate instead of the high school gate where we could save twenty minutes as usual.

I was unusually silent that day, and Hao Ge and his good friends seemed to perceive my fear and sadness. Comfort me, tell them what's wrong, and they will help me.

But timid I promised, but I didn't bother them again.

When did his harassment of me in high school end?

The exact time is not clear, except that it was a weekend. After I avoided him countless times, scolded him and resolutely refused him.

He seems to have run out of patience with me. He sent me a text message for the last time, which was different from his usual tough tone.

He begged me to say, "Be my girlfriend, even for one day, just today, and you will come out to accompany me for one day."

Thinking of his harassment and intimidation these days,

"No, forget it, never!" I refused without hesitation.

"Then half a day, be my girlfriend, and I won't bother you anymore."

"no"

Later, after I firmly typed these two words and clicked Send, I never heard from him again.

I also breathed a sigh of relief, so I passed a senior three safely.

It has been eight years since I saw him again. Not long ago, my junior high school friend A Bing learned that I was depressed. In order to let me meet more people, he organized a small class reunion, including him.

After so many years, his influence on me seems to have disappeared, so I agreed and went to see how he is now with curiosity.

I don't know if it was god's deliberate arrangement. After arriving at the appointed place, I found that he was alone.

Eight years later, he is still like that, and his appearance has not changed.

The atmosphere is very subtle, so we can only pretend to be calm and go to the restaurant to order something to drink and wait for others. Probably to show his enthusiasm, he bought me a cup of coffee when ordering.

Sitting down, I still feel embarrassed, but he tacitly didn't talk about the past, but he was still so cheerful and talkative, always talking about the recent situation of his classmates, getting married and having children.

Maybe I think it's impolite to let him talk all the time, or maybe I should put these things behind me after all these years. I asked 1

"What about you? How have you been? "

"In this way, I am still single. Haha "

After that, I never spoke again, and he seemed to perceive my discomfort and embarrassment and began to talk about other things by himself.

I'm relieved that Bing and others finally arrived. People began to care about my illness. I simply replied, nothing to say when it's okay. In the middle, we chatted with each other, during which everyone began to make fun of us. After seeing that I didn't look well, everyone gave up and didn't continue to mention it.

Unexpectedly, everyone talked about their love history, and it was his turn. He was embarrassed to say that I haven't found a girlfriend since my girlfriend in junior high school, which is inappropriate.

So everyone joked that they would introduce him to one. Of course, I hardly participated in these topics.

After a while, he suddenly said he would take a picture of me, but I refused.

Chatted all afternoon and had dinner. Everyone is leaving for home, and I have packed my things and prepared to leave with A Bing.

Suddenly, he stopped us and said it had been a long time, leaving everyone's contact information, WeChat and phone number.

When it was my turn, I hesitated and gave it.

When he got home, he sent a message on WeChat.

"Are you at home? Pay attention to safety on the road. "

"Here we are."

I politely replied with two short words. And thought it was over, because I didn't mean to chat with him.

"Want to see your photos? Just don't let me shoot, but I took a picture ~ "

After that, he sent me a photo of me who had just attended our party, and I felt disgusted and angry inside.

Unlike the cowardice in junior high school, I got angry and asked him why he did it.

He casually replied, it's been a long time, and I want to keep it as a souvenir when I see that I have become beautiful.

I didn't want to have too much contact with him, so I deleted the dialog box and didn't reply.

The next morning, the phone rang. It was his name.

Here we go again!

After I took it impatiently, he began to shoot the breeze, telling some embarrassing jokes, and then asked me from time to time if I had time to go out to see a movie or something.

I turned him down several times, and he was bombarded by several phone calls every day. After eight years, I hacked his phone again.

From then on, he was like crazy. He called on WeChat and sent me a message, saying why the phone couldn't get through and why he didn't come out. I'm so reluctant to see anyone. I deserve to be sick.

He should be short of breath, and I am no exception.

"Sorry, I have a boyfriend, so it's not good to go out with boys. I thought A Bing told you. "

"Well, she didn't tell me. How did this happen? "

I seem to feel his disappointment and loneliness in his calm tone.

He seems to have lost the courage to fight at the beginning, and seems to have grown up, I see.

"Then I know, and I won't bother you in the future."

Later, we never had any communication. Friends don't like each other.

A few days later, A Bing told me that he had a girlfriend and they went to work outside the province together. Before leaving, they asked everyone to sing together. I want to call you. He said you have a boyfriend, which is not good. It happened to be Valentine's Day.

I didn't ask again, I knew he really should disappear from my life.

A few days later, A Bing and I mentioned him again on the subway home.

"Do you really hate him so much? It's just that I called and texted you more frequently these days and forgot to tell him that you have a boyfriend. "

After listening to his harassment of me in high school for two years, A Bing suddenly said that he could understand my feelings.

"He was wrong in the past, but at that time, everyone was still young and ignorant, and it was all over."

Is that really the case? I don't think so.

Eight years later, I really put this matter behind me.

However, so far he has not apologized, to me, to the boy who rode in junior high school, and to the boys and girls who were bullied by him.

So, I will never forgive him!