In junior high school I ran into a situation where I had people who wanted to be my friend but had no real intention of being a friend.
7th grade architecture class, 5th hour, winter & spring 1993 - I was assigned at a table with three other people, Jesse F. whom I went to grade school with, the other two were members of the upper most social class at my school. Eric V. and Levi W. Also in the class was a third person Andy F., who caused me a great deal of trouble in another class I had him in, and who took the liberty one day back in October 1992 to immiate Spot the Dog (a dalmation who was the mascot of Team Behm automotive, which ran commericals on local TV during that period), and bite me on my right shoulder, tearing my shirt and drawing blood, and two people, Shawn H. and Eric M., who could best be described as F*@%#d up, along with the other people in class.
Anyway, as this class progressed, I didn't get bullied, Andy F. took care of the bulling, and most of it was aimed at Eric M. He would do things like put duco cement on his seat or vandalize his models with a T-square. But this was mainly because Eric V. and Levi W. had warmed up to me and wanted to include me into their inner circle of friends.
Initially I bought into it as it was acceptance for me which was something I had not recieved up to that point in junior high school. But in order for them to accept me, I found myself having to do all kinds of things.
For instance, they wanted me to vandalize one of Eric M's models. I decided as a whole this was something I should do as I had seen Andy F. smash a model of his with a T-square. My chance was now upon me. One day I was the first one into the class room, would I do it? I was a ball of nerves as I approached it on the storage shelf with the T-square. I simply couldn't do it. Instead I took out my pencil and knocked out the windows in his house model, something minor to fix, but worthy of respect.
I walked away all gidy, feeling like a million bucks. Of course Eric M saw the windows knocked out, and knowing it was me, he came up to me and said he would be waiting for me outside after school. Initially I was frigthened, but after some analytical processing, I concluded his threat was an empty one. End of school came that day, and sure enough, he was no where to be seen.
Eric and Levi wanted me to move on to bigger and better things, their next plan was for me to pull the fire alarm in school. Such an act could have gotten me a serious fine from the police. Again, the chance came for me to do so, but this time I decided it was probably better not to do so.
Eric and Levi were dissapointed in me, but they gave me a chance to make up for it. They wanted me to light off a fire cracker in the school cafeteria duing "A" lunch. But in between them wanting me to do so, and my plan to execute doing so, I got an inside glimps of their minds. One day during work time in class, they were talking to me about other people I knew from my classes. I mentioned a person named John A. whom I also went to grade school with. In many respects, he was a lot like me. The only difference was that he was NT and had just never found his calling in grade school. Eric and Levi had pulled him also into their inner circle, and they both told me about how stupid they thought he was and how they had gotten him to do the things they wanted me to do and how they had gotten him hooked on smoking even though they themselves didn't smoke.
I realized listening to them talk about John A that I had been had by them. I decided that limiting contact with them was the best thing to do. Many more times that year in class they would try and get me to do things, but I never took the bait. I had learned my lesson before it was too late.
As for John A, well I confronted him one day at lunch to warn him about Levi and Eric and their intentions. I mentioned to him what they all were pulling. He didn't like hearing it one bit.
Your lying! I'm their friends! They like me for who I am, your just jealous of me.
Nothing like trying to take the wind out of the sails of an NT. For John though, he was at least smart enough not to get in too deep over his head.
Boy, did I go on that long?
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