Budding Stalker
When I was 13, my math teacher's son, about 10, was in love with me. I think so, anyway - he would follow me around school, peeking around corners at me. Picking my papers out of the trash when I wasn't looking. Ridiculous things like that.

When I caught him he hid, no matter how inconvenient the hiding spot. This went horribly wrong on the end-of-year swimming trip when he prodded my ass with his foot. I turned around and he ducked underwater (it was a lake, which was murky enough that I couldn't see him). I kept looking. He didn't come up for a minute or so, and when he did, far away from his original spot, he was blue and coughing and gasping for air. We almost had to call an ambulance. Idiot.
( trintrin has jam for blood, Sat 2 Feb 2008, 23:40, Reply)