Chapter 2

Authors note: This chapter contains descriptions of bullying and physical abuse, be advised, and feel free to skip if it makes you feel uncomfortable.

Well, you should be asking yourself at this point: What did she do?

It would be hard for me to describe all the humiliations and shaming that she had done to me. In hindsight, I feel like it hurt a lot more because I was an insecure young man, that just wanted to fit in.

It all started in a pretty normal interaction. I knew her from afar and I knew we had a few classes together. It was kinda hard to miss her in the middle of a bunch of nerds.

Not saying here that I was checking her out, but she was a beautiful woman and one of the few on the technology campus. And a lot of the men would comment about her in the classroom and assignments.

She was a tall brunette with long straight hair and her face had very exotic features. Her eyes were black and very intense and her skin was kinda pale. So overall, a lot of the comments around were about how she looked like an anime character that I don't bother recalling the name of.

I kept my distance, but in one of the classes our teacher asked who had space in their group and we paired up. We were in a 3 person group, but the other guy bailed on us. If I had known her back then, I would have assumed that she did something to him, but I didn't know what I was getting into.

We talked and helped each other for some time, and she seemed genuinely friendly to me. We kept in contact and talked a lot during that time.

After a few more assignments she asked me to grab a coffee after class. I was not even remotely considering something romantic, so I said yes, thinking that we would go over the class or anything related to our shared subjects.

I went ahead to the coffee shop and stood there for some time, waiting for her to show. But after 20 minutes she was nowhere to be found.

That was when I received a call and noticed that it was her, but there were many voices in the background laughing. I will never forget the conversation we had.

_ Were you really waiting for me to show up? - she said laughing.

_ Yeah. - I said feeling awkward, but not sure of what else I could say.

_ Do you think that I was inviting you on a date? - She said and a lot of voices in the background exploded in laughter.

_ I didn't. - I said as my eyes started to water.

_ Why would I want to date a fat loser like you?! - She said clearly not caring about my answer. - Why don't you get lost creep?

I turned around and noticed that outside of the coffee shop, there was a girl recording. She waved at me and started laughing.

I got out of there as fast as I could, and even back then I did not give them the satisfaction of seeing me crying. But as soon as I got into my dorm, I broke down.

Honestly, I did nothing to this girl. I didn't even try to hit on her or make any moves. I was just my old nerd self and talked about things that we had in common. Not even personal things, just things that were related to college.

Things went downhill from there.

Apparently, she was friends with all the girls on our Campus, because all that I met there started calling me a creep. The next time that I was in the Coffee shop, there were some fliers with my face on them, saying "Creep".

It was clear that they recorded my face and were able to print it on some cheap paper. Of course, it did not look legit, but that could have gotten bad for me.

My roommate at the time supported me as much as he could, and in time, the other girls stopped. But she and a few of her close friends kept the act going.

I started going to another coffee shop and they posted the same fliers on the walls once they found me. The coffee owner was pissed, but he could do nothing to stop them as they started handing them to people on the street.

They started following me on the street, calling me "Creep" whenever they saw me and making my life hell.

The rest of the year was a blur, but it all came to a close on a fateful day.

They noticed that I was overweight, so they started giving me candy or other sweets, telling me that I should like it since I weighed so much. At the end of the semester, they cornered and dragged me to a secluded hallway.

There Kristal took out a piece of pie and smiled wickedly:

_ Hey Creep. Since you like food so much, I made an effort to bake you a Pie.

_ Oh my god Kristal, you really did it? - One of her colleagues said seeming impressed. I wondered why for a moment.

_ Of course. - she said smiling and offering me the piece. - You wouldn't deny something that I made especially for you, would you?

_ He wouldn't be that rude. Would he? - Another one of the girls said.

I gulped down thinking that I should not eat that. It didn't matter what they did to me.

She started pressing the piece of pie to my mouth, and I started squirming trying to get away from them, but I couldn't, at least not at the time. She was as tall as me, and the other girls were strong enough to hold an overweight 20-year-old.

When I tried to tell them to stop, I could feel the pie being shoved in my mouth. I tried to stop but Kristal just kept shoving it inside my mouth until I was coughing the crumbs and dough.

They let me go giggling and screaming how I was disgusting for eating a pie so carelessly. I looked down trying to understand what was happening because instead of the standard pie filling, there was something wet and stringy inside my mouth.

As I pulled a long black string from my mouth I understood what it was.

_ EWWW, the Creep just ate my hair. You are such a freak!

My head was pounding. I could not see straight. The taste in my mouth seemed to be making more sense, and it only got worse. It was her hair, and she mixed in the pie.

I remember feeling dizzy and then throwing up. After that, everything disappeared.

The people who helped me told me I was found in the hallway passed out and without anyone around. It seemed as if I ate something that did not sit well and got sick.

The doctor gave me some pills and told me to watch what I eat. It was the first time that someone cared to explain to me that I needed to eat healthy.

Everyone on the campus knew what happened and some people came to support me. It got very ugly for the girls to do that to me and they probably thought that would get in trouble if I reported them.

My biggest regret was not reporting them. But then again, I was terrified of them at that point.

I never ate any kind of pie after that, and they shortly graduated.

So we left it at that.