Being Stalked.
  
  It started harmless, isn't that always the case?
We were friends...Well sort of friends. He was a nerd and easy prey for
the more sporty and expectational  kids.
Being a victim of bullying myself I didn't like it one bit so, I would
defend him, I would drive them off.
    He would thank me and I felt invincible.
It when on and off this way for three and half years until our
formal greetings felt uneasy and just creepy (to me).
It was made public by his sister that he wanted to take me to the
home coming dance and then 'boink' my brains out afterwards.

I stopped talking to him, I avoided him as much as I could.
I never once gave him such an idea besides, I was already in love
with a close friend of mine. So I moved on to High school hoping I would
not see him there, of course my prayers were not answered and I also
had once class with him. Sure, this wouldn't be such a problem if our names
weren't so close together to where he would actually sit beside me or behind me
-neither made me feel comfortable.
At first I tried not to notice him, never smiling, never showing any emotion
while being near him. But yet, he still pushed on. Trying to taste any
reaction that I could give him.
I'll give him credit for keeping up with his obsession.

Blessed almightly be praised when I moved on to the next year...
No classes with him, but still had to be careful in the halls.

After awhile I believed he finally got bored with me.

So, I relaxed. Never having to worry about the creep with the glasses.
I was wrong, he started to stalk people I knew not really friends. He circled most of that  group in his year book, mine was surrounded by hearts.
And how they ever got his year book, I will never know.
I never want to ask.

Towards the end of my second year of high school, I learned a few scary tales from my artists clique.
Sometime when he stopped stalking me and he started to stalk others, he was really
going after my art friends. He was trying to trick them into giving information about me, like my phone numbers, address and things like that.
Thank god, they didn't.
But since he and they lived on the same street, he started to stalk them.
Throwing rocks at my friend's window 7 in the morning and running away laughing, to
knocking three hours straight-going to front door to side door-of their house
when my friend was left alone one night. She huddled in the bathroom with
her cell in hand.

He was annoying and very rude to them even before he went real crazy with
the following. He called my friend's fat and ugly, insulted their hobbies and art.
The creep always kept saying mine was better, I take no pleasure in hearing
that from him.

Finally they told him to 'fuck off' and cussed him out to he left them alone.
On February fourteenth, he sat beside me in the school library, I remember clearly hiding my face in my book. I believe it was 'The picture of Dorian Gray'.

He asked why I claimed he was a 'stalker' when he did nothing of the sort.
I asked him what was the word for following someone obsessively.
His face became slightly red and he left, glaring at me.
I laughed quietly in my book and I think Dorian laughed too.

Last Friday, I was walking towards the bus in a Beatles  stride. Lucy in the sky of diamonds putting me on a muse high would someone pushed me slightly but hard.
I snapped out of my trance and glared who ever touched me just as I was about to run up the bus steps.
It was him.

My face froze, my feet froze, The Beatles still pumped on.
He wanted to tell me something but I brushed him off, now I am currently avoiding him in a flash.
I am sure I could have won the golden medal for
the hundred meter dash by now.

I don't expect comments on this.
but if I seem mean then you didn't understand.