I stared up at the man sitting on my bed smirking with satisfaction. What the hell just happened? Was I just sexually assaulted?
What the fuck?
I stared down to my exposed, wobbly knees, begging for answers.
“Lana.” The man spoke.
“I’m going to report you.” I murmured.
“What’s that?” He taunted.
“I said I’m going to report you!” I screamed this time.
“For what?” he laughed in response.
“For sexual assault!” I barked.
“But I haven’t laid a finger on you.” He said seriously.
I played the scene over in my head… I guess technically he didn’t assault me. It was more harassment. That’s it, harassment!
“For sexual harassment then!” I spat.
“How have I sexually harassed you? That’s a heavy accusation Lana.” He frowned. I glared at him; he glared back. I noted the slightest hint of amusement in his eyes. He was enjoying this.
Before I could move or think twice, he slid off the bed and crawled over to where I was sitting. My muscles tensed as he neared closer, he planned on doing it again?!
“Sexual harassment suggests I’ve done something to harass you sexually Lana. Sexually would be relating or pertaining to one of your sexual organs or sexual characteristics, which I have not touched nor mentioned even once. Harassment can be verbal or physical. The only point in which my skin made contact with yours was when I touched your face, not a sexual organ, and when I kissed your ear, also not a sexual organ. The only thing I said ‘I could have you whenever and however I wanted to’ does not suggest sex. However your dirty mind has made it out to be about sex when it could actually mean something completely different. It could in fact infer that you yourself have the desire to have sex with me, and I am completely innocent in the matter. Therefore your argument is invalid, I have not harassed you in any way shape or form.” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and looked into my eyes with all seriousness.
My jaw dropped and I slapped him across the face.
“You’re an asshole you know that.” I was so unamused by his little argument.
“That, on the other hand would be considered both verbal and physical abuse. Do you see the double standard here?” He now flashed me a sarcastic grin.
“Yes, and I’m just a 16 year old girl aren’t I. This doesn’t work out quite the same way in court.” I looked at him seriously irritated.
“You’re 17.” He reminded me, I shot up in frustration, praying I didn’t strangle him.
“UGH. Have you always been such a smart ass?” I spat.
“Yes.” He smirked.
“Let’s... work on this musical shit then. Give me that sheet of paper.” I grimaced trying to move past whatever the fuck just happened.
“Ah, so now we’re interested are we? It’s funny how things work out.” He grinned clearly satisfied with himself.
“Just shut up Mr. Iero.” I grumbled.
“One, don’t tell your elders to shut up, and two, don’t call me Mr. Iero. It makes me feel old as fuck.” He frowned.
“Do you see how you’re contradicting yourself?” I tried to maintain a serious composure, but the stupidity of his previous statement made me want to laugh.
