I only know of him raping twice. Myself and a friend of mine. Both cases he built up an intimate friendship over a long period of time. Lots of subtle and not so subtle manipulation. (All 15-21 during this time.) For me, we were at a house party with friends. We actually hadn't been close in a while (he had kissed me and I didn't want him to and he called me a slut and cut me out of his life - yah high school kids ignore red flags). I was drunk and high and most people had left. I crashed in a secluded room and he came in. There was consent and then a very clear withdrawal of consent (I used my words) but he told me to be quiet and kept going. I didn't kick or scream, obviously wish I would have and I can't tell you exactly why I didn't. I was in shock and didn't even believe it was rape until months later due to the inebriation and initial consent.

For the other girl I don't know details, just what she told me. They were drinking and she somehow got tanked way faster. It was at his house, secluded. They had been seen hanging out around town, much like I had been with him. Tight knit group, small town.

I don't know if it was calculated or he was just extremely opportunistic. It continues to fuck with me. I thought he was my friend, a real close friend.