It was gyms, I didn't want to play dodgeball so I played with a jump rope instead. I had my headphones in listening to music while I jumped, I just wanted to be left alone. But this is what happened.

Me:*Jumping and listening to Sail*

-10 minutes of jumping-

Timothy(We've gone to school together for many years a.k.a, he's that one fucker I can't get rid of! The fourth school we've gone to togethe, and I'm sick of it.):*Walks up to me with a smirk*

Me:*Rolls my eyes still jumping* What Timothy.

Timothy:* Walks closer* I just want you to know, I like the way you jiggle.

Me:*Stops jumping looking confused and annoyed* The fuck you talking about O'Neal."

He walked up to me and touched the center of the line that divided my breast. I felt disgusted I spent the rest of the time I'm the restroom, so mad that I was crying. I thought the little bitch was going to call me fat, I wish he did... I really wished he did.

He wasn't the icing on my -fucked up day- cake, but he sure was close.