From across the hall

As I turn around, I see you and your friends hanging around. I think about all the times I tried to say hello, and then ran away. I think about the way your lips lay upon mine. You catch me looking at you, as you walk away from your friends, you stop and give me a wink. The next day, I see a letter and a rose, I think that this has to be a game. But as I read on, I see you're sincere, and want me to go to the dance with you. As I walk home I see you in your car driving by, you stop and ask me to get in. I jump in and you ask me why I never came up to you in the halls, I say that I tried so many times but got scared of what you'd think so ran away. You drop me off at my house and say I'll pick you up at six for the dance. I run up to my bedroom and start to fuss. I seem to not be able to find a thing. As six O'clock rolls around you show up and gaze into my eyes, saying I look beautiful. On our way to the dance you pull out a bottle of alcohol and say its to lighten up the mood. You say we gotta make a stop, and you start to feel me up. I tell you to stop, but you don't. I tell you that this isn't right, and that we should go. You don't stop, I scream, and cry. I'm gripping the seats in pain, and as I lay there crying, I think of how its my fault. I drank the alcohol, I sat there and flirted with you, I must have given you a reason to do this to me. It's my fault, I should have realized all you wanted was to have sex so you could brag to all your friends. Its all my fault!