Walking Down an Alley

When I was 8th grade I was on my way to a friend's house. I always walked down the alley to go to her house because it was the quickest route. It was a Saturday afternoon, a bright sunny day, but it was cold outside, because I remember the fog coming off of my breath. As I was walking toward the boat yard, I turned around because my Aunt always told me to "be aware of my surroundings, to watch my back, and never look down." I can still hear her saying this to me to this day, replaying in the back of my mind. I saw a boy I knew, well not actually knew I never talked to him. He was a senior in high school or out of school. But he was a brother of a boy I liked. There were three brothers actually and I had a crush on the middle one. As I walked I noticed he was still behind me. So I turned down the alley to contine to her house. I continued walking after a couple of minutes I turned to look and see if he was following me he wasn't. I felt the anxiety go away. I contiued on... As I approached a garage he appeared. I couldn't turn around he was in front of me and I was half way there. I kept walking he was standing side ways and he was watching me. I thought he was peeing in the alley but as I got closer I realized he was masterbating. I looked at him with disgust and kept on walking. Penises didn't impress me and I really didn't like boys.