When I was in my freshman year of high school, I was stoked. What 15 year old girl wouldn't be? New responsibilities, new school, new friends, and most importantly for our story, a new Cross Country team. On my new team there was a guy, lets call him {~Name~} (not his actual name). I was instantly drawn toward {~Name~} as he has the same condition as me (vitaligo). It gave us something to talk about, something to bond over and soon enough we were friends. I remember exercising with him and some friends on our team's stationary bikes, talking about normal stupid teenager things when it dawned on me that I thought he was attractive, maybe I even liked him a bit. Soon enough, fall had come to an end and the Cross Country season was over. Me and {~Name~} didn't talk after that, we just didn't have any classes together and by the time the incident happened, I had almost forgotten he existed. It was after school on a spring afternoon, and I was staying to practice some choir music in the choir room. After I was done with my work, I slipped out of the class to walk the halls for a bit, to see if I saw anyone I knew that I could talk to. Campus Security was sparse at the time, so it wasn't likely I was going to get caught walking around after school without a hall pass. Thats when I see one of my friends talking to {~Name~} in his JROTC uniform by the front of the school by the office and cafeteria. Happy to see the both of them, I walk up to say hello to them and almost immediately notice that something is off with {~Name~}. His eyes are glossy and red, and it doesn't seem like he's fully listening when you speak to him. I was unsettled at first by it but in my few months of highschool I had already learned that teenage drug use here was not uncommon. I just tried to brush it off, even though it worried me. I remember asking if he was on something, all I got was a smile and nod of his head. Soon enough my friend had to be picked up, leaving me alone with {~Name~}. I didn't feel uncomfortable at this point because it was fine if I knew him right? He'd never do anything bad to me, we were friends. He told me he was hot, and wanted to find somewhere colder, so we walked down one of the hallways in search of a cold room. We come to the stair well that leads to the second level of the school and go up so I can check and see if any of the empty classrooms are cold. He waits by the stairwell as I do so but I only get to check one classroom before he suggests the elevator by the stairwell. These elevators are normally locked, only accessible by special keys so students can't get into them. As he pulls a key from his back pack I remember that he'd injured his knee some time ago, I remember him using crutches for awhile. He used the elevator to get to the second story of the school while he was hurt, no wonder he had a key. This is where the memory gets a bit fuzzy, I start to get nervous as he compliments my new haircut, calling me cute and other words of affection. Being a 15 year old girl, I should've been excited with these sweet words, I should've been flattered and appreciative but I wasn't. I couldn't shake the uneasy feeling his eyes gave me. It wasn't long before he moved closer to me, hazy eyes piercing straight through mine. He then asked me for a hug, and I didn't exactly want to give him one but I was horrible at saying no, I grew up as a people pleaser. When he hugged me, I was immediately uncomfortable when I felt that he was hard through his pants. When he didn't pull back from the hug after a few seconds, I tried to push him away, to give him the signal that I was uncomfortable. He eventually let go after a few seconds but looked me in the eyes with a disgusting smile and started to kiss me. It was sloppy and disgusting and thats when I knew I needed to get out. I told him no and pulled away from him but he persisted. I felt so helpless. I told myself that maybe I should like it, that it was something I should appreciate because I used to like him. I didn't feel that way after he started unbuckling his pants. I started to tell him no more clearly and assertively but he cornered me in the elevator. I was so afraid that I was going to be raped, I'm a 4'11 120lbs girl being cornered by someone who was training to be in the military and almost a foot taller than me. I froze in fear as he groped me, sticking his hand in my underwear and pressing his bare penis againist me, humping me. I was almost in tears as I fearfully continued to tell him no, to stop. I just felt so violated and scared. When I realized that nobody was going to come save me, I pushed him off me with all my strength a few times before I was able to get out of the situation. When I went home that night, I worked up the courage to tell my best friend, who helped me through telling a trusted teacher about the incident the next day. The attention of the school officials, of my family and of the police was so scary to me. It made me feel like I was in trouble. I know now that I did the right thing.