The Time I was 99% Positive I was Going to be Shot

Great news!

I have decided to start blogging random stories from my childhood and teenage years so that I can actually remember them in a few years.

You lucky dogs.

Mostly it's because this story popped in my head today and I couldn't stop laughing and I wanted to have it written down somewhere. So without further ado, I present: The Time I was 99% Positive I was Going to be Shot.

Senior year of high school I transferred English classes the very last semester. I was definitely okay with this because I had a ton of friends in there including my BFF Jenna. There were also some.. new faces in there as well. We were all put into groups for some project. There was a boy in my group who I had never even seen before in all my high school years. We will call his Casey. That's actually his name. But I don't really care about protecticing his identiity considering the chances of him reading my blog or you know who he is are about slim to none. Anyways, I could tell after a few group meetings that this Casey kid was crushing on me. He was a nice boy, but not my type. He had jet black hair, plugs, tattoos.. you know the drill. I was into Mormon athletes. Which is why my boyfriend at the time was exactly that. A Mormon athlete.

I was nice to Casey but tried not to lead him on. He flirted often and I just tried to laugh and kinda walk away. The year went on and suddenly he started texting me. Still not idea where he got my phone number. I ignored most of the texts so I thought it was really weird that he just went right on texting. Then the texting got more and more insistent and veryyyyy flirty. And then he was asking me out. So I tried to be kind and simply let him know I would love to be friends but that I had a boyfriend. No big deal, right? Wrong.

Homeboy did not like the fact that I had a boyfriend. Maybe I made him feel stupid and hurt his ego or something, but that boy absolutely hated me from that moment on. I would feel him staring at me during class, literally boring into my soul with his eyes. If I looked over at him, he would mouth colorful words like the b-word or "slut" and other pretty things of that nature. I just ignored it. I would look away. It didn't really hurt my feelings. I knew he was ego-bruised. It was just annoying.

It got weirder when he started texting me again. This time rude things following along the lines of the colorful words he mouthed in class. So I told my boyfriend. Now many of you know this high school boyfriend of mine. He may be littered with flaws, but this time his short temper really came in handy. He called the guy trying to make things right, but it only got worse. Now when I walked by Casey's seat in class (it was on the way to mine) he literally reached out and punched my leg. YOU GUYS. HE PUNCHED MY LEG!!! Hahaha. Not even hard or anything and again, I never felt bullied or sad about all this. It was really just blowing my mind. I remember at that point my large, German, football-playing friend named Konrad, said, "Excuse me, did you just punch her?!" And little-boy Casey just looked away. From that point on I had Konrad looking out for me and the strange class behavior stopped. But I still got the weird and almost threatening texts every once-in-a-while.

I never thought much about it. I just ignored it. I didn't play into it and after the one talk he had with my boyfriend, no one I knew talked to him about it at all. I just figured it would die off. It was the end of the school year by this point anyways.

I realized after a while that the texts stopped. He missed about a week of school at the end of the year. I just figured he was ditching because he didn't want to be around me. Suddenly, a few days before school got out, I walked into English and there he was. Sitting in his seat. Only he was acting strange. He was slumped very far down and wearing a giant coat. In June. In Southern California. You never needed a coat there, let alone in June. He had one hand inside the coat and the other hand securing the coat over his chest. He looked like he was hiding something.

I watched a few people come in and say hi to him and he just stared straight ahead, not talking to anyone. I suddenly got a terrible idea and became incredibly scared. The announcements for the day were playing and Jenna came to sit with me. I told her I thought Casey had a gun and she said she thought the same thing. YOU GUYS. If he was gonna shoot anyone in that room, who do you think he would have shot first? Exactly. Me. All because I had the audacity to have a boyfriend. Do you know what it feels like to know that in a room full of people, you would be the first one shot? I almost ran over and started kissing him just in case.

We were sitting there literally devising a plan of what to do if he actually pulled out a gun when two police men walked in and started talking to my teacher. Casey's face went bright red. A few minutes later our teacher called Casey over and the police men escorted him out. He never came back to school and I didn't see him at graduation.

WHAT. THE HECK. Did he actually have a gun? I'll never know. But the story still makes me laugh. It probably shouldn't. I know I clearly hurt this boy's feelings by not dating him, but there's gotta be something off if you feel okay punching a girl in the leg as she passes you. I am sure he is fine now and probably found himself a lady who enjoys his plugs and doesn't have a boyfriend. I hope he put the guns away though.

And just for your viewing pleasure, he's a picture from my senior year. The only one I could find right now. I tried to find one depicting the stars of our story. Not so much. I'm that white blonde in the middle. BFF Jenna is the blonde right under me. Konrad is playing football on the field right next to us. Boyfriend wasn't boyfriend quite yet. Casey is not pictured, sorry.