Grade 8
My best friend in grade 8 was a real dimbulb. He spent the earlier half of the year believing he was Captain Kirk, he spent the end of the year believing he was Darth Vader, and he spent the time in between those thinking he was WWF wrestlers Ric Flair and Lex Luthor, alternately. I was the smartest kid in the class, and it was good having a dumb guy twice my size around I could manipulate into doing anything. I taught him a bunch of Ukrainian swears and told him they were Klingon greetings. I had the entire school saying "Tih durnay Lord Vader" (you stupid) and he thought, well...

Anyway, the cheating part. As you can tell I was pretty abusive to him...once I pulled his chair out while he was sitting down, and he knocked his head really hard, and another time he was rough in a football match so I sacked him, and of course the time I stole his porn magazines and blamed his dad (luckily his dad was later caught stealing other skin mags from him).

So I offered to make it up to him by doing his homework assignment. It was a simple two-page fill-in-the-blank assignment we had to complete weekly. The thing wasn't for grades but it was basically a guide for us to study by so we learn all the material. I was feeling charitable, so I answered almost every single question wrong. I believe he got around 4/20.

We marked them in class, with the teacher reading out the answers and the students marking their own assignments. My friend was shooting eye-daggers at me from across the classroom. To make up for it, I offered to do next week's assignment.

I once again answered it all wrong. He was even angrier than last week. So I offered to do next week's assignment. The cycle was finally broken because he was home sick on the day we marked the third assignment.
(racetraitor has an alibi for, Tue 22 Nov 2005, 13:51, Reply)