Jasey

The desks of our secondary school science classrooms are arranged in rows reasonably close to each other. Two people could walk side by side between them, but it would be a tight fit. Instead people usually edged past sideways.
I was trying to get to the sink to rinse a plastic beaker, and I had to get past this boy who was leaning over one of the tables. As I was trying to discreetly edge past, he intentionally thrust his rear into my groin. I was completely taken aback. He and his friends (several of whom were girls) were laughing. In my anger I kicked him in the shin, and they just laughed more. I then excused myself from science and cried in the toilets. I didn’t report it because I couldn’t believe it, and tried to convince myself that I had overreacted to a joke. This was in year nine, when we were both thirteen.
It’s been a year and I still see this boy around, but I try to avoid him as much as possible. He constantly says demeaning and downright disgusting things about girls, and I don’t want to be around to hear that.