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>meet a weird kid
>moved to new school but already popular
>kid has khaki shorts, glasses, cod shirt, and calculator on him at all times
>approached him one day
>" hey dude, can I borrow your calculator? I forgot mine at home. "
>looks at me, mouth breathing intensifies
>uncomfortable
>slowly hands me the calculator
>take it
>" Uhh.. thanks. I'll have it back by tomorrow "
>board bus
>look out window
>HES RIGHT FUCKING BELOW ME
>jump a bit from terror
>i don't even know how the fuck he got there so fast, hes the slowest runner
>creepy as fuck
>didn't know he was gay
>go home for the day, cheat using calculator
>come back next morning
>guess who was waiting at my fucking locker
>the weird kid who's name was Lucas
>mouth breathing
>" is the.. calculator.. here "
>look really fucking weird at him
>hand him the calculator really quick, gtf away from me
>unlock locker
So this is my stalker story, it gets worse as it goes. This continued throughout middle school
