Once, at the end of the 11th grade, we gathered at a classmate's house, and his house had 2 floors, and a large courtyard, we had enough space for almost the entire class, only 2 people did not celebrate, sort of like. The story is: We celebrated, everyone got drunk , for almost everyone it was the first time, and for me, graduation after all) I went to another room, I already wanted to go to bed, something a little sick to me. And then one of our classmates comes in, he was somehow a little preoccupied, he always ran after the girls, he came and started pestering me, at first I did not understand what was happening, then I started to push him away, and say that I’ll start screaming right now. It made him even more passionate. I shouted, my 2 classmates came running and removed this pervert, How good that they were not far away then