Crazy people!

This is going to be a few parts story because I can make it that way, I haven't told anyone this but it's getting a but to much for me to handle so I'm letting the internet handle it! So this story takes place in middle school in 7th grade. So there was this guy he had a bowl cut and he acted a bit fruity (no offense I'm sorry) and he would go on my bus and a few things would happen, so he would be a but rude but I never minded, I was just really anxious and self-conscious so I never said anything but then he started to get more touchy, and meaner, I bought a Gatorade a full bottle and when he asked for a sip since I haven't drank it yet my anxious self said yes and when he opened it he spilt it on me and this started to happen a lot, he would hit and pull my hair, but I was to scared to stand up for myself, or say something to the bus driver, and others watched but never spoke about it, and he started getting really touchy and he started to push me by the bus and moan.