The Nazi: Part Zwei

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As if he could not get any worse.... he did.

I mentioned before that The Nazi had a class with me.
Well after the break up, for a week and a half, he wouldn't acknowledge me at all.
For this I was thankful. I'd rather have a person mad at me, then a scene made in physics.
I.D. and S.Y. took this class with me.
They knew what happened. And they found the Nazi skulking in the corner of the room, completely and utterly hilarious.
As long as they didn't directly teased at him, I didn't care.

I also mentioned before that my brother had met him. That comes later in the story.

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So a peaceful week and a half went by.
Monday, Wednesday, and Friday were the days I had the physics class.
Wednesday of the second week I was leaving with I.D. and S.Y. when he approached me and asked to talk to me.
S.Y. and I.D. didn't leave my side, which I'd like to think was to give me moral support, but in all honesty they were probably hoping for a show.
I asked what was going on, and he told me he had gotten something for me while he was gone for the weekend. "Oh really?" I said while glancing nervously at I.D.
He handed me a rather heavy bag and told me not to open it until he left.
With that, he turned around and left.

I had taken the bag from him with two fingers hooking through the loops of a stapled shut "White Barn Candle" bag.
After he turned and left, I had not moved one finger in any direction. I stood motionless, staring wide-eyed at S.Y. and I.D.
They in turn were staring wide-eyed at the bag I was holding out in front of me with two fingers.
"Take it outside," was all that I.D. said.

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The three of us made it outside and carefully set down the bag.
"We are probably being ridiculous," I stated.
"Oh, so you trust this Nazi now?" said I.D.

What was in the bag, which S.Y. finally had to open, was a White Barn candle and candle lamp.
An extremely odd gift to give you ex-girlfriend.
I decided to take the rest of the day off with S.Y. and I.D.

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Around 8 that night, I had had about 4 beers and 2 slices of pizza, and I was so sleepy that in the middle of S.Y.'s living room, I passed out completely.
Hey, I was a sophomore in college.

I awoke some time later, to uproarious laughter in the next room over.
"Probably watching some kind of twisted porn," I thought to myself, and crawled up to the couch to pass out again. Both boys came running out of the room and to the window, shutting off all the lights to the apartment. As they ran past me, both of them slapped me on the head and said quietly, "Wake the fuck up!"

Groggy and half-asleep, I was told that Ron had called them in hopes of finding me. I had turned off my cell phone and I wasn't answering my cell phone and he had gotten worried about me.
"So?" I said, thinking this was probably the least psychotic thing he had done.
I.D. and S.Y. turned, looked at each other and then said, "Well, we decided to fuck with him."

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Apparently, they had informed Ron over the course of 15 minutes that not only was I passed out after being D.P.ed by the two of them, but I was only willing to perform such an act because they had given me drugs by putting them in my drink. After grabbing the first thing near me, which happened to be a spatula, and beating them both with it, I asked why they had shut off all the lights.
Apparently Ron had found S.Y.'s phone and address using the internet and was on his way over to rescue me.
Being that that was the best cue in the world, lights flashed momentarily in the apartment, and there was a crunch of gravel outside the door.
"Fuck, he has a flash light," I.D. said.
I closed my eyes and whispered, "I.D., cops have flash lights."
Having that as the second best cue, there was suddenly a VERY loud rap at the door.
I.D. looked to me, and then S.Y. and shrugged his shoulders.
A rap again.

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Slapping both S.Y. and I.D. and pointing to the back of the apartment, I made my way to the door turning on lights as I went.
A cop was standing the doorway, he looked like he could have easily clobbered all three of us, and made it look accidental. Ron was standing a few feet away, almost in the bushes. It looked as if he had been hiding there.
"It's been reported to us that there has been suspicious activity around here, and there was a woman screaming." the cop said.
I started laughing and asked if it was the guy behind him that reported it.
He didn't know who had reported it.
I explained to him that Ron was the guy ex-boyfriend, who was jealous that I was at my new boyfriend's house. I offered to the cop to come inside if he needed too so he could search to make sure there was no suspicious activity.
I took a very big gamble on that one. I was twenty, so was S.Y. and I.D., and we had a lot of beer in that apartment.
He said no, looked at Ron, asked him why he was standing there, and then the two of them left in opposite directions.
S.Y. and I.D. will still not let me live down Ron the Nazi.