When I was 14 I had a short-term girlfriend that I went to school with, just kissed her sometimes and nothing else, I came to a conclusion I didn't like her enough to be together and left. We stayed friends for some reason, I thought nothing of it because I didn't feel anything towards her. We haven't spoken for like 3 months and then she randomly calls me, tells me she is in a park close to my house and asked if I wanted to hang out. I was bored at the moment and accepted. I came to the park that was pretty dark and in the woods, I sat on a bench she was sitting on (I was pretty creeped out that she was sitting alone in a dark place and got a bad feeling). Btw, that was happening after school. She was acting pretty weird and she didn't want to look in my eyes, suddenly, I started hearing multiple hurried steps. A problematic friend that I was always on good terms with and 5 other guys jumped me, she ran away. They started beating the crap out of me, 2 guys recognized me and backed off (I wasn't close to them but they know I was a good guy and there was no reason to beat me). As they were hitting me I couldn't do anything but try to protect my face, balls, and stomach. I lifted up my arm and the problematic friend hit it and broke his hand, they started panicking around him and I stood up, broke the other guys nose, when some other girl I knew came screaming and threatened to call the cops. They ran away. I was pretty much unscathed, they broke my glasses, and because I wore glasses I got a small cut on the nose. To this day she didn't ever speak to me again, the problematic friend apologized and thought what he did was stupid but I didn't forgive him. I guess she told him I was hitting on her while they were together, I didn't even know they were dating. The skank got married when she was 17, left school and I think she aborted. Like, what the fuck happened to her? Drugs? Demons? I won't ever know, but I don't care.