Krazy Kevin Kstory

4/23/2010 10:22am

Age: 19

Location: Saint Paul, Minnesota

So Kevin wants to drink tonight. I think to myself, why not. So me, Ashley, and somewhat Hannah go up and drink with him. He starts getting a little weird talking about Ashley’s boobs. Okay, okay, whatever, just Kevin being crude. Not a big deal. We go outside a few times and see some people and drunkenly talk to everyone. We see Kayla’s mom, who was chill with drunk people. Everything is going quite swell. I barely punch Kevin on the wrist and he shoves me onto the pavement and runs away. When he comes back, I’ve already drunkenly forgotten about it: but my knees the next morning surely remember it! They got skinned pretty bad. We then do some more talking and some more drinking, and he makes a bunch of sexual advances on Hannah and Ashley, and even tells Ashley he’ll give her cigarettes for a handjob. And then begins the bad shit: Kevin wants to smoke.

So we do. I pack my pinchie, two hits each, smoking him up because he drank me up. While we are in my room packing it, he spits on my floor once and then once in the trash can. The way things are going, if Kevin continues to drink me up, I’ll smoke him up some more. Kevin has only done a couple crazy things, and I figured the smoke would chill him out. I was wrong. Immediately after he begged for more weed, and I tell him to let the first weed do its magic before loading on more.

We went up to my room. I see Ben and talk to him for a bit, knocking on his door before entering. We have a talk, but I can tell Ben is uncomfortable, so I leave. When I exit, I see Kevin trying to get into my room. He asks me where I came from, and it’s pretty obvious when I’m shutting Ben’s door, so he barges into Ben’s room. He grabs and hugs Ben and will not let go, I ask Ben if he wants help and he yells YES, and I shove Kevin off him. Ben tells Kevin to take a smirnoff bottle he left there long ago. Kevin agrees and takes the bottle.

So it’s a little weird so far. I don’t really want to hang out with him anymore at this point — I forgot to mention that he grabbed my ass four times by this point, and not just grabbing, or even groping, but half-hearted attempts at penetration. But I had NO fucking idea how much worse it would get.

So I unlock the door. Two steps in the door, Kevin THROWS THE BOTTLE against Andy’s side of the wall, getting glass shards behind and on his bed. I’m drunk but still very much in shock, I pull out my phone to text Andy. He grabs it and throws it on my desk, telling me I don’t need it, while spitting on my floor two more times (I’m pretty sure no chew, but who knows).

Then he threatens to kill me if I snitch to Andy. He gets closer to me and now it is officially fucking weird. I say fine fine I won’t tell Andy, but obviously I will, I’m just telling him that to get off my back. I’m trying to get him the fuck out of my room at this point so I can run away. He threatens to kill me again when I tell him I don’t want to smoke again right now. He tells me it would be “so easy to kill me right now” and lightly places his hands on my neck. He starts to lower me on the futon telling me he’ll kill me if we don’t smoke more. I freak the fuck out and tell him to get off me. Something hits him, knowing I’m now one serious motherfucker running on drunk adrenaline, and he backs off. He finally barges out of my room.

Kevin is blathering and blathering loudly outside near the water fountain. I tell him to watch out, an RA lives across from the water fountain and my room (Whitney). He gets a smirk on his face and knocks on her goddamn door. I bolt out the door and he follows, and I’m thinking, “what a god damn idiot!”

So we’re outside. People are there. People who I know, who aren’t threatening to kill me and throwing bottles in my dorm. Kevin corners me against the wall and starts hugging and kissing me on the neck. Thankfully there is no hicky today. A friend forces him off and I dart off away from Kevin as fast as I can. From what Andy said, he was very sad that I left, even to the point of crying, but you’ll have to ask him about that.

The rest of my night goes pretty much fine, post-Kevin. I hang out with some other people, but at this point the events aren’t really major enough for me to remember them as well. I remember meeting Tyler Mitchell, and I remember smoking in Andy’s car, and I remember being high and playing battletanks, and I remember being really pissed at Kevin.

At one point, with me Hannah and Andy in the room just sort of chilling pre-bedtime, Kevin barges into our room. Andy gets up and tells him to get out, grabbing Kevin out of the chair he just sat down in and making him leave. There is some talk outside the door and 5 minutes later Andy is back. Of course, the whole time, Kevin is denying he ever broke anything in our room, but later texts me saying I’m not his friend for lying about what happened, and even this morning he is denying breaking the bottle.

I went to bed thinking, god damn, that was crazy. And no hangover the next morning, thank god.

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