I Have a Stalker . . . and I Like Him Much More Than I Aught To.

It's going to be long, but here's the story:

At the very beginning of the year I was put (assigned seating, it sucks) next to a very introverted guy. We are going to call him S. I greeted him and he wouldn't even look at me. It pissed me off, plain and simple. So, basically, I made it my mission to get S to greet me at the beginning of the period on his own without me having to force it. I achieved my goal in a week or so (it was a while ago, okay?). We sorta kinda started being friends. Once he actually started talking, I found out that he was a total freak. I can't even begin to describe it. I don't even know where to start. His appearance? He's tall, like a head taller than me (which really doesn't say much as I'm about 5'3) and pale. Not too sickly pale, but pale enough to be described as pale. S has blue eyes and blond hair and mild acne. He would be good-looking if he wasn't so skinny. And I'm not talking about 'oh, he could stand to gain a few pounds' skinny, but 'holy fuckballs this kid is a stick' skinny. He's 110 lb, as he told me not too long ago. I am 105 lb (roughly, my weight fluctuates like five pounds either way). So he's that skinny.

On with the story. So we had a strange sort of buddy-ship (buddies to me are like one-period friends). Their wasn't a problem until he followed me to the place I ate lunch at and spied on me. I noticed right away but pretended not to because, frankly, I didn't know what to do. I was always an awkward kid and pretty gross in middle-school and below so I have less guy-experience than your average six year old. Oh, and during this time I was walking from 3rd to 4th period with him, he didn't say much to me though. Anyway, S hung like that for a week or so, and I let him. He sat behind a tree where we ate lunch on the grass and listened to his mp3 player - which was so loud that I could hear it screeching - and basically stalked me. 

THEN I made the 'mistake' of inviting him to eat lunch with us. In my mind, I figured that if he was gonna hang around us he might as well really hang with us. I was in a big group then, but really only talked to my couple best friends. So he came over and sat with us while we ate, hardly talking, and just doing stupid stuff. Like making patterns in the dirt or tossing sticks into the bushes. This continued for, oh, a couple of months. He hardly spoke at all, and when he did what came out of his mouth was so awkward and strange and off-topic that we all just kinda stared blankly. One friend of mine, let's call her M, hated him. She was always trying to get him away and I admit that I was all for her mean and snotty ways of pushing him from us.

You see, whoever-you-are, I was freaked out. Downright scared. I mean, he followed me everywhere. He joined the club I joined, he walked with me whenever he could. I especially hated it when he walked down stairs with me, because he would always sort of drift closer until he was pushing me against the railing. He was to damn close! And it pissed me off. It scared the crap outta me. I was half afraid that he was going to kidnap me, rape me, and leave me in a ditch somewhere for the flies. I was a scared girl that didn't know what to fuck was going on or why some creeper was following her.

So M hated him, my best friend, D we'll call her, thought him a bit strange and was worried for me, and I was still torn between wanting to help mister social introvert and being freaked out. So then homecoming dance rolls around the bend, blaring opportunities. I wanted a certain guy to ask me, and it was not S, but he did not. However, S did ask me to the homecoming dance, which just proved to scare the shit out of me further. I felt/feel so guilty, but when he asked all I did was mumble some excuses and scurry away like a pathetic, frightened retard. Thing is, he asked me not two hours after I'd been telling D about how I would say no to any guy that asked because I didn't want to go. I didn't want to waste my ten bucks, was my pre-planned excuse. So when S asked me I couldn't exactly use that excuse because he'd been their while I planned it out. So from that I surmised that he is/was either really thick or really bold. Now, after that, I really wanted to get rid of him. I did all I could during lunch break to make him get the freaking hint that he was. not. wanted. Period.

He did not understand.

And I still fail to comprehend why he would want to spend his breaks with a bunch of girls who weren't really the nicest to him instead of some guy friends. And he did have them, guy friends, because he hung out with them in some classes and he was greeted in hallways. It wasn't till much, much later that I really got to know him . . . but I haven't gotten there yet. No . . .

So for several months I tried to get rid of him. It was all I could think about. I mean, he scared me! He scared the fucking shit outta me! And from here I don't have much else to say for a while. Things continued pretty much as usual. After time . . . lot's of time . . . we sorta started to become friends again. Or at least, I grew fond of him and started to consider him as more of a permanent addition to my little group. We stopped hanging around the big masses of people and instead frequented the hallways because where I live, it is rainy in the winter and very cold. I think my fondness started when a guy (the very one that I wanted to ask me to homecoming, and still like very much) started to take notice in S. He said things like he was gonna kick his ass for me and how big of a total freak S was. I didn't say much partly because I kinda complained about S earlier that year, and partly because I really like W (the guy that I like, we'll call him W). I just . . . didn't do the right thing.

But I felt protective over S, so I discouraged W. I said he wasn't that bad, and that we were sorta becoming buddies. W laughed and made fun of me and I was embarrassed because, frankly, S is a freak. Now I'm not miss popular, far from it, but still . . . I don't know, okay? I made bad choices and confided in the wrong people.

So in January I ended up with his cell number from one of my friends because I wanted to see if he was at school. None of my other lunch buddies were. Turns out he wasn't, but we did end up texting a lot. And we're been kinda becoming friends before that but after we started texting we had more conversations and over the last month we've been growing closer and closer.

Okay, and here is the CLIMAX (hey, I am an author. I think of everything in story terms). We were texting and it was like ten o'clock. I was tired but unable to sleep and I suspect he felt the same. I get really honest and blunt (more so than usual) late at night so we were having this strange sort of conversation. We were both being really honest and talking about personal things and it was just weird. And touching. He told me that since he first met me he's had a massive crush on me . . . something I already kinda knew but still. I told him about how I like W and he goes 'i hate him'. I asked why and S said that it was a gut feeling. I think there is something more . . . maybe . . . but I am not gonna press. He mentioned a lot of parties and weird stuff. I asked further, and it turns out S has done drugs and stolen and drank. But he hasn't in, according to him, a year and five months.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, explains so much about him. Why he's such an outcast, for one, and why a lot of people avoid him. I had no idea, and I think not everyone knows exactly what he did. Well, I had no idea what to say to that. He just started telling me all this stuff and I felt so happy that he trusted me enough to tell. It was the weirdest thing . . . a heart-to-heart conversation type thingy.

Just . . . It sorta worries me. I will never tell anyone his secrets (he even told me that I am the only one that knows about this stuff other than himself, of course) but if he starts up drugs again then . . . God, I don't know. I would hate it. I would feel obligated, I would want, to try to help/fix him and his problems. And I am not one of those people that randomly pick out screwed up dudes and try to 'fix' them, it is just that S is my friend. I would want to help him if I could, and if I couldn't then I would want to find someone that could. And to be honest, I am not stupid. I know that it is quite possible he is lying about being clean. And that fucking scares me. I don't think he would ever try to get me into drugs, so make no mistake that is not what I find frightening. It's just that if he can be that convincing then what else could he do? I don't know. And I don't want him to be into drugs and other shit. I just . . . don't. I cannot really explain it well, but I feel like I should protect him. Isn't that dumb? I have no experience whatsoever with any of that stuff and I want to protect a guy who's actually done it from it. So I'm stupid. Whatever. I just care about him, and actually like him a lot more than I should.

Is it strange that my stalker became one of my closer friends?

This was all yesterday, if I haven't said that before. We texted until around one in the morning. I got three hours of sleep, maximum. S turns out to be pretty witty, suprisingly, and rather brave. He goes on about having a low self-esteem and stuff, but I think he is just talking. He is bold and smart. I enjoy speaking to him and I like listening to him talk. Because that's not weird or anything . . . ah well.

Okay, there is just about one more thing I want to confess too. As we were wrapping up our conversation he . . . erm . . . said something about liking another girl. I know her and she is nice and I was trying to be objective. Trying really hard. But the honest truth? I was jealous. Fucking jealous because the stalker that I hated for a good four months was finally moving on. Is that twisted? I gave him some advice, told him to be nice to her, maybe ask her to a dance or something. Inside I was all twisted up and unhappy. Because my skinny-assed, pale, creepy stalker didn't like me so much anymore.

And this weird, irrational desire to hug him isn't helping me at all. I told him, actually, that I was going to hug him today but I never did. The 'right' time just never came around and I was too awkward and uncomfortable to do it. I just . . . I dunno. He said he would like to receive my hug last night, and I said I would like to give it. And I know he thinks I am a lost cause. Ha, if only he could read my mind. That would be . . . amusing. If I could manage to not be embarrassed, that is. So I want to hug him, and not just because I think he needs a hug. I want to hug him to see what it would feel like, If you can understand.

Of course you cant, because you are not real. Thank God nobody reads this.