It started in the 2nd semester of 7th Grade (first year of high school), as you Americans call it, where a guy transferred into the school and into my class. He became my best friend fairly quickly but in the 3rd semester I found out he was gay (he was a closet gay though) and I distanced myself from him. After this, he became annoying as hell. The way he talked (not in any flamboyant way, I'd say just how a regular guy talks), the way how he shouts expletives every 2 seconds, the way how he keeps seeking attention from others (keep in mind I go to an all-boy school), the way how he would always trouble other guys to the point of having them chase him (I could tell he really enjoyed this). Anyway, around 2-3 week ago I was scrolling through the Homepage of Facebook where something caught my eye. In the area where it shows you groups that your friend is in I saw the group 'Jamaican Gays' with his name under it saying 'John Doe joined this group' (keep in mind this is not his name). Because of my hatred for him, I screenshot it and highlighted it and then spread it as much as I could. I even got a guy to print the screenshot. (Sounds horrible doesn't it? I know -.-) Anyway, when he returned to school 2 weeks ago Monday (I spread it over the weekend) he was chased 4 times around the school by my year group in an effort to beat him up severely but he got away every time with no scratch (Surprising). Ever since 2 weeks ago Tuesday he's been hiding out in the on-campus home of one of the security guards and has made EVERY effort to avoid the block of my year group. On one occasion, I saw him LITERALLY crawl behind bushes, benches and cars to get to his mother's car (she picks him up because she found out that everybody knows). Keep in mind ever since I exposed him I was the happiest person in the world. I was the happiest person in the world. It was on Tuesday that I was shocked out of my state of happiness. While in class I heard a huge commotion outside and when I looked I saw garbage bins flying all over the place. I saw somebody threw a chair VICIOUSLY unto a downed boy (There was a HUGE crowd so I didn't get to see who was being beaten). My heart INSTANTLY jumped and I felt the guilt flooding in because I thought it was the gay guy I've been talking about. Fortunately, when the crowd dispersed a bit it wasn't him and nobody was actually being beaten. People were just scrambling money and then black guys went wild. Why did I say fortunately though? Honestly, I could not live with myself if he had been killed because of me. I know he's gay and gays are killed in Jamaica but if I had not been involved then I would not care. Despite all I just wrote I'm a really nice guy and that's like the meanest thing I've ever done, gay or not I don't care I feel bad. Part of me is happy as can be because I hated him so much and I ruined his life, however, the other part of me is as guilty as can be. I'm sorry to pour all of this to you but I've never told anybody how guilty I feel. There's been some rumors going around my year group's block about the gay guy going to stab me, report my facebook account and so on but I don't care. The only retaliation he's done directly to me so far is just to block me on facebook. Did I even mention that I posted the screenshot to his wall and tagged every guy I knew that goes to my school in there? I ruined his life and I' m happy about it and I feel guilty at the same time. That entire essay may make me appear to be a "Fag", "Wuss" or even a "P*ssy" but I don't care. The essay explains just one of the few reasons why I may be quitting, the introductory paragraph explains one more.