xmetatr0nx said:
If things did honestly go down in the fashion stated above, i say no you are not wrong. The kid was obviously pushing your buttons and generally trying to be as much of an asshole as he could be. Now only two questions, one which is it work or school, cos you cant have co-workers and classmates in the same story. Second Why does everyone else encouraging this person have it out for you?
The guys in class were saying they would show up at the place I work to beat me up, I trusted my coworkers would help me if the need arose. And to your other question, I'm not really that well liked in my school. They encourage him because they're stupid, manipulative douches.
And now story time.
I went to work, nobody was waiting for. Pushed the issue to the back of my mind and worked for a few hours before the weirdest thing happened. An old woman came to me to get something off the top shelf in our store. She walked with me to the aisle and got the items. I handed to them and turned to leave when she said to me, "Don't leave the store, you're life is in danger." This didn't register with me until I had walked away. When it dawned on me what she had said, I stopped in my tracks and remembered all the other stuff. It was like she was a prophet sent to me with a message. Apparently, my faced showed my thoughts, and a coworker asked what was wrong, and I explained (that was the first time I said anything.) I walked out the door to get some carts and see one on the far side of the lot, so I go to get it. As I approach it, I see a mini-van with one occupant and start hearing rap music. The kind one of the guys who wants to beat me up enjoys. I take a closer look at the driver, and see that matches the build of the guy in question, although I couldn't get a face. Balls man. I return to the store and maybe a quarter of an hour later another car pulls up. Everyone stands in the parking lot and I'm pretty sure they all matched the not to happy with me crowd. Bricks were nearly crapped. The cars don't leave for another half hour, and by the end of my shift my manager made sure I got my car with his gun in hand and I borrowed a bat from one of my friends. Thankfully, nothing happened on my way home, and I'm hoping they'll have simmered down by tomorrow.
On a positive note though I got to see a real life version of this-
http://hunch.se/stuff/dirty_car.jpg