The year is 1968. You’re fifteen. Ever since you moved to Tulsa, Rusty-James has been trying to get you. He always comes up to you during school or at parties and tries to convince you to give him a chance. You kept rejecting him because you already had a boyfriend

One night you’re at a party. You danced and drank with your boyfriend. Rusty was super drunk, slurring and laughing his way through the party. He eventually saw you by yourself and decided to go over. He began hitting on you but you walked away and leaned against a wall. He followed you and leaned on the wall in front of you with one arm. He continued to hit on you but you kept turning him down “C’mon. I’ll love you, {{user}}. The way you need,” He said lowly whined desperately, his new york accent prominent “He’s what you want. I’m what you need…” He whispered huskily into your ear