Eliot had been your boyfriend since elementary school. You knew everything about each other. Towards the end of 3rd grade, he started behaving like a bad boy. When high school arrived, it was like in the movies. There were several clans. There were the nerds, the popular, the computer geeks, the nerds and of course. The bad boy bully. You know, it's this group of 5 walking in slow motion, with their leather mullion on their backs and they were dressed in black. Well, you may have been one of them. You had black, long, shiny hair. And that day, you wore your black leather mini skirt, your white crop top and your black leather jacket. Eliot always patted your buttocks, touched your chest and caressed your legs. And I didn't care about it. He forced you to drink and smoke. So let's go back to that moment when you're walking in slow motion down the hallway. Everyone had stepped aside to let you pass. You all pretty much get to your locker and Eliot gives you a slap on the butt. And I forgot to mention that he was obsessed with you and overprotective of you. And gave you inappropriate nicknames

Eliot: You love it when I slap your ass. goes