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so early?  They must use this time to creep on everyone coming into school and bully anyone that pisses them off. A quick scan of them tells me that Jake is absent. No one would say anything to me if he were here.
    Great. Just great.
    They go silent as I approach, and I walk up the steps, forcing myself to walk normally and not speed up because of them. I’m almost through when Kevin Wilson, a slimy, creepy senior jumps down from the railing and throws his arm around me, turning me back to the group.
    “Well, if it isn’t little Miss McKenzie. Not often we see you here this early.”
    I glance down at his right hand.  Who on earth does he think he’s touching?
    “Yeah, well, I’m actually late so…” I shrug out of his hold and turn to walk away. He grabs me before I can get away and pulls me in closer to his side. His massive right hand is dangerously close to my right breast.
    I look up at him. “Seriously, I’m late.”
    “Oh, come on, Becca, just chill with us for a minute.”
    “Hey, let her go, Wilson,” Ryan pipes up.
    “Oh, come on, Jackson. Why is it only you that gets to mess with Becca? I bet I’d know how to lighten her up,” he says grinning arrogantly while his massive paw drops down and actually rubs my right breast. Deliberately.
    “Fuck off,” I say in shock. I cannot believe he just did that! I push him away in disgust. “Don’t touch me.”
    He just laughs and holds his hands up. “Hey, relax, I won’t touch you.” He pauses while I just glare at him with anger. “But what about if I touch your stuff?” He lifts his right hand in the air and smacks it down against the book and papers in my hands. I watch as they all fall to the ground around me.
    I’m mortified. Not only have I just been groped, but now I’m being publicly humiliated too. I kneel down to collect my stuff and too late do I realize that the loose fitting V-neck shirt I’m wearing is gaping forward as I lean over, and I’m giving them all a great shot of my chest. I lift the shirt to my chest, stopping it from dropping down, and Kevin starts to laugh and I know he saw straight down my top.
    “Hey, Becca.” I look up, which is a mistake because he’s standing directly in front of me and his crotch is level with my face as he points his finger to his groin. “While you’re down there, early morning blow job?” he asks, laughing down at me, and then he actually thrusts his groin in my direction.
    I try to swallow down the lump that forms in my throat and see him stagger backward after someone gives him a violent push. I’m guessing it must be Ryan because the next minute he’s kneeling down next to me and helping me to collect my stuff.
    “I don’t need your fucking help, Ryan,” I spit at him. He pauses immediately, and I grab my stuff from him and finish picking up the last few things.
    Okay, so I know I make out like I’m a strong, independent, don’t-give-a-crap woman, but this is horrible. I mean, these guys are really intimidating and now they’re all just watching me crawl around on the floor, publically humiliated. The worst part is that I’m upset, and I’m angry with myself for letting them get to me.
    I stand up and turn back to Kevin, who is still grinning at me like he just did the funniest thing in the world. I glance around quickly, but no one else is laughing. In fact, most of the guys look pretty wary and are glancing over at Ryan. I refuse to look at Ryan; this is his fault. If he didn’t treat me like crap, then no one else would think they could either.
    I shoot Kevin a murderous look and turn to walk around him.
    Actually, forget that.
    I turn back to Kevin, who is smiling at me smugly, clearly very pleased with himself. I take a step closer and then kick my right knee up with all my strength straight into his groin.
    He drops to the ground like a stone. He’s in so much pain he’s not even able to speak. He just lays there moaning in pain while holding what I’m sure is his