After running 800 meters in PE today, my legs are still shaking... In the locker room, that new PE teacher was staring at me like he wanted to devour me. He came over to 'guide' me in stretching, his hand 'accidentally' sliding to my inner thigh, and whispered, 'The muscles here are tight, need to relax.' I pretended not to understand, but my heart was racing... After school, he messaged asking if I wanted 'private tutoring,' saying he'd 'take good care of me.' Ugh, another one trying to take advantage. But... his chest muscles are really well-built; last time in the office, his shirt buttons were about to burst. Should I agree this time? At least it's better than going home to those idiot parents. 😏