Real Encounters

*Dating a Best Friend is not always such a swell idea... *

Where I live, we have 3 years of highschool and it's off to college. So on my first year, me and the anti-social kid in the class became instant-best friends. I am extremely outgoing and had no trouble at all talking to him, and he and I shared a lot of interests, so we immediately became BFFS.

Trouble is, he was not my type. He was cool and all, but if you don't like the person's appearance, there's not much you can do. So naturally, me being a very hyper, and "cool" female, that plays videogames and watches cool movies or animes or whatever, he fell for me, and asked me to be his girlfriend almost immediately.

I said NO, and told him I was much more comfortable being his friend. I talked to him, and explained he was not my type, to which he'd only reply, "I can try!!" — no. Sorry. but no. So the years went by and we became really good friends, despite the fact that he would ask me to be his girlfriend pretty often, like once every three months or so.

We got to a point where we would play videogames all night, (He also lived very close by, a couple of houses down the block) and he would end up staying well after 4am, on school nights. I would tell him I was tired and I wanted to go to bed, and he would just tell me to sleep on the couch and he'd keep playing. (Obviously i never did such a stupid thing.. I'd always tell my dad to help me, he'd be pissed anyways, and he'd kick him out politely, yet, firmly)

Last year of highschool, I cracked. I thought, hey.. we're awesome friends. Where's the harm, right? So the last time he asked, I said Yes.

Wrong. F***ing. Choice.

It was one day before school break, so the next day i traveled far, (but not without a goodbye kiss, although I hadn't kissed a lot of people back then, this kiss is always going to remain burned in my skull.) Whenever someone said "He had his tongue down my throat", I always thought it was a bit too ridiculous and exaggerated... Nope. Turns out it's pretty possible. He asked for a kiss, and I reluctantly said yeah, and before I knew it, he was violating my throat, holding me by the arms, and just going crazy. I swear. I've never felt so dirty. (And not in the good way...) So I left after that disaster of a kiss, and when I came back, i got to read my emails, and they were filled with horrible filth. We would joke around and have a disgusting sense of humor, but him saying he couldn't wait to do specific things to my lady parts, and horrible graphic things, f***ing freaked me out. After I read the emails, I shut down the pc, and walked around my house thinking frantically about what to do, when I felt something weird...

I walked towards a window, and peeked out through the curtains, and there he was... staring at the house, grabbing the front gate. Just. Blank staring. It was around 2am or so, and he didn't know I would arrive that day, though the car in the driveway probably gave it away. But I got home pretty early in the afternoon, so he could have visited, but he decided to visit at night, and not even call or knock or anything. He really just wanted to stare at the house... (He couldn't have seen me through any windows because they all have curtains and my room is impossible to see into.)

Anyways, I broke up with him and told him something along the lines of "Dude. Never. Ever do that to someone when you begin dating. EVER. It's just not right" but he still went ballistic, saying he didn't want to die a virgin, saying he couldn't wait to have sex with me, and crying about it as well, saying how he was madly in love, how i was perfect, how he waited all this time for me, and, well, he just lost his marbles at this point.

I went back to school, and he never showed up again. Teachers began asking questions, I talked to one of them, confided in him more like it, told him about how he would creep to my house every night and just stand there and stare, how he would keep messaging me, how he missed me and how he wanted to f*** me and horrible disgusting shit like that, that i guess he thought was romance??

Principal heard about it, and called me in, and said that his parents had called the school, to ask about me, because they didn't know what the f*** was going on, and I explained the harassment to the principal (A WOMAN). She said that he was very sad, and had began to cut himself, all over his arms, with a kitchen knife, and how he had destroyed his bedroom over fits of mad anger and how he had stopped eating, and a bunch of crap..

To which I answered, Well, tough luck! I mean, he's being crazy, this is not my fault. To which she held a phone towards me, and said "Well, he's been asking to talk to you. Please ask him to come back to school!" and I stood there motionless with the phone in my hands and covered the receiver and whispered anxiously "But I DON'T WANT TO SPEAK TO HIM!!" and the principal answered "You wouldn't want him to kill himself because of you now, would you???" with a shocked expression on her face.

Well. I talked to him. Convinced him to go back to school, and overall felt like shit because that insane kid's education was more important than my safety. They needed to get that poor kid to a psych ward or something. He needed a doctor, but no. Let's ask him to come to school so he can continue harassing you and learning. Right? Awesome.

I finished my highschool very uncomfortably, but i had gotten a good friend of mine to protect me and keep the weirdo at bay.

I never saw him again, although my best friend (female) had kept contact with him, told me he would say horrible graphic things to her about ME. He kept going at it, saying what he wanted to do to me, and shit. And once I came across him on Facebook, and he asked if i had a BF, which I didn't, and he said "hey, I'm single too... How about we do each other favors??..." To which I simply blocked him and forgot about him after that.

Note: He appeared out of the blue on my last birthday, last year, after 5 years... And literally just visited so he could talk to me about all his sexual encounters and things. My mother let him in the house even though she knew our past. And I was stuck talking to him for like 5 hours. I'm still to stupidly polite and nice, even though I'm f***ing uncomfortable and scared. Awesome.

Sorry if this was freaking long, but believe me, it felt a whole lot longer to me...

EDIT: holyshit I COMPLETELY FORGOT: Holy freakin hell, I forgot something even creepier! In the middle of us not having contact, he showed up randomly at my house to offer me a cat (I love cats and I was looking to adopt one) And he had a girl with him, and he insisted she get out of the car, and introduced us, and just said: "This is Doiihachirou" And i smiled and shook her hand and said at the very same time she did "And you are??—" and we both stopped, blinked and said "wait.. what? I'm Doiihachirou... you are??" and she replied with "Yeah, that's also My name! Huh! What are the odds!!?" and she was completely oblivious, but I looked back at him with a frozen weirded out smile like "wtfareyouserious???" and he had the biggest grin from ear to ear... f***ing. freaked. me. out.