In 10th grade (07-08) I failed English in freshman year so I was in English 1 again with the new freshman and it was this one quiet ass dude in there “Harry” I was put next too. Taller black dude, really bad acne like active white heads that always looked ready to pop. He ain’t never start no trouble and was just low speaking to non verbal at all (this before nikkas was using words like aspergers, spectrum and neurodivergent and shyt back then you was either treated as normal or restarted). We also had French 1 that year together and Art 1 in my 11th grade so eventually he started talking to me and I embraced him cuz he just seemed a little weird/nerdy and he didn’t stink. Some time into my junior year I can’t remember the exact topic but I must have mentioned something homophobic and he was like “well I’m bi”. I immediately started distancing myself cuz hell nah I couldn’t let nobody associate that shyt with me, even though he really only told me. He really only talked to me and 1 other person but when I started telling people why I was distancing myself and visibly telling dude to fukk off and stop talking to me, even the other dude who fukked with him who was a school shooter vibes scrawny cac even started roasting him for being gay (y’all remember what it was like before wokeness) But he would not stop talking to me. Day in and day out whispering, “hey what’s up” “hey myname” “hey look” “talk to me”, smiling and waving when he seen me in the hallways, etc, It got to the point where he was trolling the shyt out of me all class and people thought I was just being mean when I would go off cuz no one could hear him until eventually this chick who sat next to me and in front of him, turned around and told him to shut the fukk up and everybody seen I wasn’t crazy or just picking on him. I was in no means right for how I treated him first but that shyt got really annoying after a while. He stopped really messing with me after that and I went on about my life as normal. Later junior year I’m walking to my next class outside in the trailers and this cac girl in our French class comes up to me and says hey you heard what happened to “Harry” and I was like nah what? Apparently he asked this chick to homecoming or prom or whatever I can’t remember and she said no so he pulled out a knife and stabbed her. She lived thankfully and he got put in a crazy house afaik.
But y’all it took a while for me to get over thinking when he got out he would come looking for me. Reflecting over the years I def feel some level of guilt because I really was his only friend and he confided in me and I completely shut him out and then started telling people, who knows how that affected him and the decisions he would later make. If I embraced him maybe he would’ve just went and gone out and dated some dude and left that chick alone who knows.
But yeah I befriended a gay restarted nikka and he ended up almost killing a chick. Never come out to me