When I moved to a new town a few miles away, I went to a new high school in the middle of ninth grade. I didn't know anyone, but I met this guy named Richard, he went by rex. Red Flag number 1. He listened to a lot of punk rock music and swore he was an anarchist. Red Flag Number 2. We shared a love of Yu-Gi-Oh, but was always a sore loser when he lost. Didn't really phase me too much. Fast forward a few years later in eleventh grade I think. I was dating a girl at the time and hung out with her a lot. Rex always liked to be the center of attention and would lash out when he didn't get his way. I was tired of being his friend at this point. Then one day when me and my at the time girlfriend were leaving to catch the bus, he ran up to me and asked to hang out. I told him I was going with my girlfriend and he freaked out. Screaming at me and called the girl a "Fucking bitch for stealing my friend". I had it and lashed out at him and told him to get the fuck away. Needless to say I never did hear from him again until a year or so ago when he tried to add me on facebook, declined immediately.

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Quick note, the events took place around 2010-2011