A few years ago, when we were in middle school, me and my friend, were put into the same class. I thought this would be fun because the previous year, we got along great. But it wasnt. He started calling me names that made him uncomfortable, mainly because he knew that, and would touch me, some times in inappropriate places, for the same reason. As the year went on I got more and more mad, and he got more and more annoying, and started hugging me, because I didn't like it. Until this one day when he hugged me and stabbed him with the pencil I was holding. It didn't make a cut, but he was in pain and started getting mad at me for doing that. But I was fed up with his bs and wanted him to stop. Since then many things have happened and we are no longer friends, but he did go around telling his family and the school what he say it as, me and my friends were being unreasonable and he was doing nothing wrong. I dont think what I did was the best thing I could have done, but I still don't regret it.