[ Warning! This chapter contains inappropriate scenes that may be upsetting to readers. Viewers descretion is advised.]
Glen took off his bag pack and sat down stiffly clenching his fist.
The lecturer watched him paint for a while and approached his sitting place behind him quietly staring at the nape of his neck perversely. Glen became more uncomfortable glancing behind him as he painted.
He messed up his painting at the end due to discomfort. He did not hesitate to pick up his bag about to leave when the lecture grabbed his forearm. His eye widened baffled.
"Dont be in a haste Glen, don't you think it's worth trying?" He said with a perverse expression as he clutched his wrist even more making him to wince.
"Sir Roy, I-I have to meet up with a lecturer."
He said relentlessly struggling to pull his hands out of the lecturer's clutches.
"Glen. I know you are just shy, you are the kind of boys I like." He inisited trying to coerce Glen to relent to his vulgar demands.
"Sir Roy…you're hurting me." Glen winced. Trying to pull away from the painful clutches of the lecturer repulsed.
Why's he not budging? Vulgar! Vulgar! I have to escape!
Glen's thoughts jumbled thinking of how to excape the distressing situation. He thought if he should yell at him or just call for help.
The lecturer proceeded to grope his butt. The feeling of the lecturer's hand coursed shivers down his whole body. He flinched and his pupil dilated—petrified of the lecturer's presumptuous remarks and behavior.
"Glen, have you been with a guy before? I can make you feel good." He continued with his perversed approach groping Glen continually—panting like an animal in heat as his face flushed lecherously.
Glen was repulsed and it felt like a lump was emerging in his throat as he stood there petrified. A feeling of nausea submerged in his stomach as he faltered about to fall on his knees from weakness. A student's voice sounded from outside the studio abruptly interrupting what was happening.
"Sir Roy!"
The both flinched and the lecturer jolted immediately retracting his hands and assumed a normal position like he wasnt just sexually harassing someone, pretentiously arranging stuff on his table.
The student walked in strainedly with bunch of piled up papers and set it on one of the tables panting profusely from the stress of lifting the heavy papers. "Phew." The student exhaled and continued. "Sir Roy, these are the supplementary paper the head of department told me to submit to you."
"Ah good job. I've been expecting this papers." He grinned giddily as he awkwardly examine the laid out papers. Beat droplets falling from his head and hand. He was wary that the student might catch on to what was happening.
The student shifted his gaze to Glen who stood there lowering his head—petrified of what had happened to him. He wondered why he just stood still there like a statue and approached him. "Hey, are you okay?" Tears rolled down his eyes as he bit his lower lip balling his fist. "Huh?" The student blinked puzzled at his sudden emotional response—unaware of what had just happened to him. He abruptly picked his bag and stormed out of the studio startling the concerned student.
"What the hell?" The startled student muttered holding his chest from the fright and returned to the lecturer perplexed. "What the hell is wrong with that guy? Did something happen?" He enquired scratching his temple.
"Uh…he told me he lost his dog yesterday." The lecturer responded smiling awkwardly.
"Oh…is that why he scared the shit out of me? I hope he gets over it…ha ha." The boy said laughing at Glen's overly serious behavior. "Sir Roy I should hurry out now." The student said as he turned to the door to exit the studio.
"Okay then." The lecturer said giddily as the boy exited the building.
His eyes turned upward as smile dispersed from his face—emerging into a menacing grin.
Playing hard to get huh?
— —
Glen kept running swerving through some people on the hallway.
They got startled clearing his path for him as he made his way into the door of a restroom distressed and could still feel the lecturer's hand touching his butt.
Unbelievable, the lecturer just changed his personality the moment someone walked in. I feel so disgusted!
He hurried to one of the sink and threw up. Panting heavily from distress as he turned on the sink tap.
He washed the sweat off his face groping his stomach from discomfort.
Why does this always happen to me? My life is already miserable as it is and now. I want to quit…
He grimaced and chortled out an internal derisive laughter. His lips quivers groping his stomach even intensely.
He turned off the tap and entered one of the toilets siting down on the toilet cover and hunched over clenching his bag back in between his body to cool his head.
Glen have always been the type of person to keep his problems to himself. He thought he could tell Charlotte everything—But something that has to do with sexual harassment is the one thing he didn't think he could ever tell her. He felt it'll only be a shame to his existence as a guy.
I wonder what Charlotte is doing right now. I should call her.
He brought out his phone from his pocket and dialed charlotte's number.
It rang for a few seconds before she picked up.
"Charlotte, how's things going there?"
<…it's manageable>
"Im glad..." he muttered in a fatigued tone.
He flinched awkwardly lowering his body even more.
Was I too obvious about my condition? I can't add to her worries…
"N-no I just wanted to be sure you're not crying." He responded stuttering nervously.
"Im so glad…"
Glen said in a relieved voice exhuding a soft beam of relief. "I should hang up now."
Beep.
He ended the call and leaned backward on the toilet seater clenching his bag.
Calling her was a good distraction from his problems. But he knows the moment he walks out of the door, he would be walking back into his problems that awaits him.
Senior Williams…
He suddenly remembered Williams and thought if he should forget about his pride and tell him what is happening. He knew if he didn't let someone in on on his predicament—the lecturer will just keep pestering him.
Williams is a nice person…he might understand me.
He retracts his back from it's resting and dazed at the toilet floor jumbling with his thoughts.
The lecturer is a grown ass man. If it was someone my age I would've figured something out…Argh! I'm so helpless once again.
He leaned back on the the toilet tank frustrated and halted in a daze as he stared at the ceiling.
…Is this my fate?
His thought trailed off as he stared into space in a daze.
— —
The next day. Glen arrived in school and found out lectures have been canceled. He saw it as an opportunity to study a bit.
He sat down and pulled out his book to study but Henry and his friends suddenly walked inside the hall boisterously and sat close to him. He instantly became nervous fiddling with the book in his hands as he stole glances at Henry who chuckling.
He pretended like he was reading so he could hear the kind of conversation Henry always had with his friends that made to him to snicker all the time.
"I'm hosting a small party in my new penthouse." He said crossed arm and suddenly crossed his legs grinning.
"Damn! You don't get tired of partied do you?" One of his friends said snickering.
"It's gonna be an explicit one this time. Bring your bitches, side chick, girlfriends, fuck buddies, I don't care as long as it is fun." He smirked slanting his head backwards in a mirthful manner.
"Damn, wish I had my own penthouse. I'm so jealous of you bro." One of the friends said sulkily.
"We'll attend for sure. Who even wants to miss out on a hit party thought?" One of the girl chortled out a soft laugh.
They all continued boisterously laughing.
Glen shifted his gaze to his book in a daze momentarily.
Wish I was close enough to attend his parties…I wonder what his penthouse is going to look like.
He returned his sneaky gaze to Henry when his eyes met on of Henry's female friends pressing her gaze on him and crinkling her face.
He awkwardly averted his eye lowering his head.
She tapped one of the guy there and whispered to his ears. He shifted his gaze to Glen cocking an eyebrow.
Glen felt wary and awkwardly packed his books. He got up to leave their surroundings but came to a halt when he heard the guy's voice.
"Hey!" He yelled as he approached Glen's standing place. Henry and his friends immediately turned their attention towards Glen.
The guy crossed his arm over his shoulder and he became uncomfortable lowering his head.
"Are you Henry's stalker or something?" The guy asked satirically."
"W-what? What do you mean? I-I was about to leave…just now…" He said uncomfortably as he stuttered holding his other arm nervously.
They guy pulled him to Henry's sitting place and they all sneered at him as he fiddled with his fingers glancing at Henry even at that moment.
"I asked a question. Are you Henry's stalker?" The guy who pulled him there parroted.
Henry cocked his eye brows slightly peeved at his constant fiddling and fidgeting as he continued to glance at him even while he is getting queried.