Ok, like the title said I've been avoiding this girl: let's call her Rachel. Me and Rachel met in theatre class, my first interaction with her was when she came up to me and asked if she could tickle my toes. I laughed it off as a joke, and my next interaction with her was calling me "Goth Dommy Mommy" (I'm an afab boyflux). It was weird, and I'm not to comfortable with it but I awkwardly thanked her to wave off anything weird because I'm an awkward teen and one of my friends was laughing at it like it was a joke as well. Next thing I know I had run into Rachel at improv club..and this is when it got a bit more interesting. When I wasn't on the stage doing improv games she'd sit right next to me and she'd then start playing with my hair, I'm not very strong with my boundaries so I let it happen for awhile. Eventually we started to talk more in theatre as she and my friend in that class were good friends. We seemed to be friends at first but that's when I started to get uncomfortable with her. It seemed like hanging around her started to drain my energy and I'd end up crashing when I went home and feeling more like shit than I usually did, eventually her behavior progressed. Whenever I actually tried to express my boundaries and tell her not to touch me, she'd snap at me and call me the n-word. Or flip me off. When I told her that it wasn't funny she simple said "oh my bad, that was just a glitch." (I should mention that she has no right saying the n-word and that she's not black, and neither am I) Things got more uncomfortable from then. I used to have a habit of doing the ok sign 👌, well not anymore. Because anytime I'd do that Rachel would stick her finger through it miming a symbol for sex. (This was around the time I told her I'm asexual.) She still did it when I told her not to and even at times did it with my hair as I had pretty long curly hair at the time. I started to yearn to get away from her. Which was when I started to prefer A days when I didn't have to see her, right? Wrong. Even though we didn't share any classes that day nor lunch she'd stop me down at my fourth period class that I don't remember telling her about and then she'd go to my lunch skipping hers. And when I needed to leave and walk home she would pull on my backpack and yell at me or whenever I tried to leave her for that matter. I was drained. I didn't know what to do at that point. Then one day it was a free day, with no exact schedule and I was wandering around and along came Rachel... she started following me around and then sooner or later I decided I needed to use the bathroom and started to walk away. Then of course she followed me and asked what I was doing then when I entered the bathroom she said "am I bothering you". Which to that I hate to lie but I don't want to hurt her feelings I don't know why so I just said "I'm trying to use the bathroom" after that she ran off and I used the toiletries like planned. When I left she was purposely avoiding me when I tried to talk to her she didn't talk to me so I decided that's that and I'd finally be able to recharge and get my life back. That's when Christmas came around the corner, she decided to give me a Christmas present after not talking to me for a week...I couldn't feel like saying no after a present I felt guilty. So I started being her friend again. But the cycle started again of feeling more like shit than before and feeling drained from every interaction we'd have. So then one day I remembered something she had said in theatre class. About hating furries and how she'd hunt them down. Right, the thing she doesn't know is that I'm a furry, I have a cute mask since the actual suits are expensive af. So one day I decided to text her instead of confronting her about how I feel with this friendship like a mature person would. I texted her "what's your opinion on furries" to which she responded deadpan. "I hate them." I had gotten my bait. "I'm a furry" to which response I got was oh. And then "I'm going to bully you 😈" to which I'm already exhausted with I responded "please dont" and she said "in a joking way" and I replied "still" to which I got a "whatever" and then we hardly ever talked until one time at lunch. She came up to me and asked me if she could talk to me, she told me she was sorry about the furry thing and how she tried to kill herself and her mom beat her. I got overwhelmed with so much guilt at that moment but I decided to stand my ground maybe I shouldn't have. I told her that I hear and understand her apology and that if she's considering suicide and stuff like that, that she should talk to someone like the school counselor. She said they don't work. And I responded that you don't know till you try, I then went to the library. Then again I didn't talk to her for around three weeks and thought I'd be done but no. One day she came up to me at lunch and was like "yo" and dabbed me up. Next thing I know she's taken my apple core and smashed it into my marinara sauce, and taken my chocolate milk spilling it all over my pizza and the apple core and marinara sauce. I quickly got very grossed out and through my plate away and next thing I knew she was gone and as I cleaned up the mess, a supervisor came by and asked if I was finished with my food...I said yes. But I felt bad about it I don't know why. Like something through a wrench into my stomach. Maybe because I got so grossed out by the food combo. But ever since then I realized she's not healthy for me at all and kept avoiding her and today she came up to me in the hall and asked me "hi, how are you doing". I responded with "hi" and "good" and quickly left to me next class. On the way one of my friends asked why I ran from her in the hall. I responded with simply "reasons." But now I feel bad maybe I should've stayed and talked with her instead of skedaddling. AITAH?