Hi, I’m Eve. I’m 13 (grade 7!!), a bit curvy, 5’4, and latina. about two weeks ago i was walking home from King Soopers. At the intersection 4 boys appeared from the high school and we crossed the street together. I was a bit ahead of them when we were done crossing. One of them yelled out, “What a cutie,”. but another said, “I wouldnt pay $50 to pop her cherry!!”
I started walking faster. i didnt once look behind me at them. they sped up. one yelled out, “That tiny, fat slut. Nah i do some things, but get rid of her quick.”
I wanted to run, or at least spin around and kick them in the crotch. but they would just follow me more. let me just say i was just wearing jeans and a t-shirt so i wasnt asking for trouble.
Another one laughed and giggled, “Lets follow her and give her rough time.”
I walked even faster. but they sped up as well.
“Baby, i cant tell what you are by your juicy a**. we dont know how hard to go on you!!”
Now i started walk/jog away from them. They started joging as well. One of them yelled out, “Damn, your packing a**. We’re going to calling you speed racer!! hahaha!!”
After two minutes they stopped by another intersection and i went the other direction. Of course they yelled out, “See ya sweetie. next time we’ll make sure to know ya!!!”
That time i looked at them. i ran home and made sure to use the other way home for now on. Every day i worry about meeting up with them and possibly geting hurt by them. yesterday, i actually saw one of them in King Soopers. he followed me outside and yelled at me, “I miss you!”
Why cant they leave me alone?
Location: Englewood, Colorado