Dear Diary,

I punched him- Toby, that is. I'm not sorry. He's a twat. At lunch he sauntered over to mine and Cara's table and boldly demanded for me to go to formal with him. 

"Why would I do that? I talk to you about your cat, nothing else."

He then went on and on about how he had asked me to go and how as a woman it would be disrespectful for me to refuse his offer. I told him to fuck off and he refused. Moving slowly towards me, a large hand was placed on my shoulder and it rubbed it for a moment, like a crappy masseuse would to. I smacked his hand in the hopes he would remove it but he didn't. Instead he moved his hand foreword and lowered it. Frantically, I searched for an escape route, but he had me cornered. 

"Leave me alone!" I exclaimed as I tried to wrestle his arm away from me. It was no use, He was stronger than me. As he brushed his hand over my tit I couldn't take it anymore. I abruptly stood and kicked him where the sun don't shine. Once he was bending forward to reach his groin, I quickly punched him, aiming for his eye. Due to my poor aim that was unsuccessful and Instead my fist made contact with his nose. CRACK! It was such a satisfying sound.

I've been replaying that moment in my mind so much, over and over again. I'm just grateful I had the ability to prevent him from furthering his actions. 

Much love,
Fi