It was my senior year in high school. I was the average teen. I worked a job as a lifeguard, studied hard to get into a good university, and had a group of friends that were more or less close to me. I never realized how dangerous a person could be until I met this boy. He was handsome, no doubt. Classic blue eyes that I remember were gorgeous to me at the time, black hair and the structure of a football player. We flirted around in class and finally he asked for my number. We texted a lot and he came over to my house one day. We were watching a movie in my room when I think my mom called me or I had to go to the bathroom. When I returned, I was shocked as I caught him slamming my underwear drawer shut. He blushed and told me he had OCD and saw it open. I brushed it aside and returned to watching a movie and even dismissed his hand crawling over my bare thigh as a typical horny boy thing. That night, I went to sleep and I could have sworn I saw a glint of red light across my face. I turned to the other side and I don’t remember how I fell asleep but I did. The next weekend I went over to his house. It stunk and his parents were nowhere in sight. I wasn’t a person who would normally judge someone based on their living conditions but there was garbage everywhere along with beer bottles that were empty and cigarette marks on the walls. We went into his room and he shut the door. I remember watching him lock it and feeling incredibly uneasy. He was walking towards me with this weird smile on his face and I could have sworn I saw my life flash before my eyes. I was panicked and crazy.
He opened the door and immediately shouted at her, calling her a slut and a whole lot of horrible words I don’t want to write for this was a very traumatic experience that I am only saying now. The thing is…she was the most conservative looking person I had seen. She wore a long dress that covered her arms and reached below her knees. The thing that finally rung the bell clearly in my head was the terrified look on her face as if she had seen something so horrible that it had made her mind crazy. I stood up immediately, thanked him for a nice night and lied about how my mother expected me to be home in order to help her clean. He protested but I ran out of there like hell was on my tail. When I got back to my house, I was in tears and shaking. I didn’t realize why I was so shocked or why I felt as if bugs were crawling over my skin. All I could remember was that smile on his face as he was approaching me. I called my best friend and told him everything. He was incredibly worried and as I was walking into my room, that similar glint of red light flashed across my eye. I suddenly remembered and I still think about it today as I am nearly shaking as I write this, about hidden cameras that we had learned in class. All the signs hit me: the underwear drawer, his hands over my legs, the weird smile. I was crying and telling Nate [my best friend] all about it and he came over. He told me on as he got out of his car that there was a car parked just a little down the street and that he could have sworn he felt someone watching him. A chill grew over me and I looked out through the window. Sure enough, it was my “crush’s” car. I shut the blinds and that red glint flashed even brighter. We searched and searched and found a small camera shielded by a tissue box with the lens facing my bed. Nate grabbed it and smashed it and then ran downstairs and threw it into the forest behind my house. I told my mom everything and she went out and banged on his car, telling him to leave or she would call the police. He did and I didn’t see him at school for a month. I was relieved.