THE STALKER (PART 1)

There’s this guy who has been stalking me for about 3 years now, according to him, he’s in love. His philosophy is that “there are no impossibilities in life, just difficulties”, that’s all good and dandy but if you haven’t gotten some in 3 years, it doesn’t look like you’ll be getting any, ever.
It all started when I started when I got into my second year of uni, I was a direct entry student, so I went straight to second year, he was one of the first people that came to talk to me, so I got to know him and his friends. I’m a really nice person so in no time I was talking to half of the class, but this guy took my friendliness to mean something else, I quickly cleared the air and told him I was in a serious relationship, I thought that was the end of that, but it was only the beginning. The nigga started harassing me with text messages, sending me airtime (which I always sent back), believe me, I tried everything, I was nice, nasty, reasonable, nothing worked, I decided to let him tire himself out.
Just when I thought I was off the hook cus he started harassing a friend of mine in another department, then, the craziest thing happened. My friend gave him a piece of her mind, she did things that I wouldn’t have the heart to do, like embarrass the boy in public and things of the sort, you wouldn’t believe what happened, the guy sent me a text saying he knows I was the one that put my friend up to treating him like that, in general he was saying I wanted him, Oh my days, I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy.
Since then, I don’t pick his calls, if only I could block his texts, I see him in class and I say hi (cus I’m so nice) but it stops there. I honestly think he’s psycho, I can bet if he could get away with it, he’ll probably kidnap me and lock me up in a basement somewhere, lol. Believe me, there are more than enough stories surrounding the stalker but it can’t all fit into one post, so we’ll get back to him later, that’s all folks.