As Taylor’s eyes roam around the hall he sees something. Much to his horror, he noticed Mitch is staring at him.Mitch is a bully from campus that Taylor has scuffled with previously. A gym rat who deals drugs and goes out of his way to pick on anyone he feels is weak.
Taylor tries and move out of view behind a group of people chatting but a quick glance back shows that he is still looking directly at him. Taylor feels uncomfortable as Mitch overtly studies Taylor’s body and makes no effort to hide his intent.
Taylor tries and ignore him and focus on his conversation with his friends but that only seems to encourage Mitch. Every time Taylor looks back Mitch is staring right at him. The last thing Taylor wants is to pique that asshole’s curiosity while he is stuck like this. Yet Mitch seems like a dog that just sighted a bone. It doesn't take long before Mitch boldly strolls right up to Taylor.
“Wow, hey beautiful! Damn girl, you are so fine!” Taylor turns and faces Mitch and is shocked when he realises Mitch is speaking to him. He now towers above Taylor. He was intimidating before, yet now his presence is on a whole new level. As soon as Taylor makes eye contact, Mitch smiles. “I can’t believe I have never seen you here before. Yo, beautiful, tell me, what’s your name?” he asks Taylor. “He doesn’t recognise me?” Taylor thought to himself.
Taylor is stunned. “My name is...Taylor,” he stammers a reply, suddenly glad for a unisex name.
“Well Taylor, what are you doing tonight?” Mitch asks Taylor with a sly smile. He rests a hand against the wall and looms over Taylor, cutting him off from his friends.
“Is he...hitting on me!? Wow. Most fucked up day EVER!” Taylor screams in his head.
“I … uh...have to go…” Taylor manages to tell him and step away, glad to be lost in the flood of people entering and exiting the lecture hall.
Class is uneventful except for the moment during roll call when Mr. Deter calls Taylor’s name.
“Taylor Roux,” Deter calls out, his beady eyes scanning the crowd. Taylor hopes this doesn’t get out of hand. The last thing he wants is to be accused of impersonating...himself. But he had considered this and sat near the back in his usual spot. He hoped all Mr. Deter sees is the wave of his hand. Mr. Deter grunts and moves on to the next name and Taylor feels a wave of relief wash over him.