Oh man, my time to shine.
When I was in high school, there was this one weird kid named Bill. Bill was the kind of kid who would always sit alone and wear trench coats and mumble incoherent ideas to himself. He was also very paranoid about anyone touching or going near his backpack. Like, to the point where he bit some other kid's fingers who was just moving Bill's bag out of the way.
Anyways, at my school, art was a mandatory course to take and interestingly enough, I was in the same class as Bill. He didn't seem to be the creative type. The first assignment was to paint a black and white self portrait. I remember Bill just sitting at the desk, staring at this piece of paper. The art teacher approached him and asked if he was alright. He looked up at her for about 30 seconds. His lip was quivering and his eyes were glistening. The entire class was watching, expecting him to break down into tears.
But he didn't. He kissed the teacher right on her lips. Her eyes grew wide and she tried to push back, but Bill had a tight grip on her shirt and wouldn't let go. His tongue crept from his mouth and seemed to crawl around her mouth like a slug.
When the art teacher finally broke free, she ran out of the room shrieking. Everybody's eyes were on Bill. He sat there in his desk, looked around at all his classmates staring at him, picked up his paintbrush, and began to paint. The room was dead silent.
Moments later, the art teacher returned with the principal by her side. The principal ordered Bill to come with him to the office, and he did. After Bill left, the art teacher announced to the class that what he did was wrong, and that he was an odd child-- something we all already knew.
The next day, Bill didn't show up to class. Everyone was gossiping about what had happened and creating false rumors about what had happened. One that struck me was that Bill had hanged himself and was discovered by his younger sister late that night. That was untrue, fortunately. High school kids have sick minds. After being plagued with questions, the art teacher announced to the class that Bill had been temporarily suspended. The principal had reprimanded Bill, scolding him for what he had done. Apparently, Bill was holding his precious backpack very close to him, and it made the principal suspicious. He forced Bill to open it, but Bill refused. After a couple minutes of bickering, the principal physically tore the backpack from Bill's hands and ripped it open. Nude comics of some of the most popular girls at school spilled out (this part our art teacher never mentioned, but we all eventually found out). Bill had been suspended for two weeks.
Everyone was talking about Bill. Everyone: teachers, students, even the janitors. The word got around pretty fast. Most people sided against Bill, deeming what he did to be an act of Satan himself. However, there were a few of us who just didn't care at all. We didn't want to get involved, so we just stayed off the battlefield.
A small group of students, which consisted of one of the girls in Bill's comics and four buff jocks, banded together. Rumors were saying that this group planned to get revenge on Bill for what he did. Some rumors said they were gonna do things as simple as egg his house or put a flaming bag of poop on his doorstep. Others were saying that they wanted to burn him alive and leave his organs in a bag on his doorstep. Again, high school kids have sick minds.
The time finally came two weeks later when Bill was unsuspended. He returned to school oddly different. He had no trench coat, and used a laptop case rather than a backpack. As he entered the building, dozens of kids stood out of his way dead silent. That did not include the revenge group, though. The girl and her four lackeys were booing Bill and throwing crumbled pieces of paper at him. He ignored it, and went to his classes. As did I.
When art class finally came, everyone eagerly anticipated Bill's arrival. The students were restless from this anxiety. The bell rang, signifying that all students should be in their class by then. Minutes past. We all realized that Bill was a no-show. He was probably just a bit too embarrassed from kissing the art teacher. Nope.
It turns out, two periods before, he was in the bathroom taking a dump. When he was finished, he tried to leave the stall. But the door wouldn't open. Somebody had duct taped the door shut. Bill crawled under the stall, no biggie. He started washing his hands when all of a sudden two of the jocks jumped on him. They started off by strangling his throat and making him suffocate, letting go at the last possible minute to prevent him from dying. Next they punched his face so many times that one of his eyes shredded into three pieces and his nose bent the wrong way. They pulled on his arms and legs, dislocating all of them. They started stripping him of his clothes, removing his shirt first. One of them had a pocket knife and stabbed Bill three times in his stomach, just before cutting off his left nipple. With bloodied hands, the jocks pulled down Bill's pants and underwear next. They took the knife and severed his penis. At this point, a teacher ran in after hearing Bill's screams of agony and pain. The teacher found Bill unconscious.
Bill was rushed to the hospital and the two jocks were expelled and sent to court. We never saw Bill again, nor figured out which hospital he was at or any possible way to contact him. The last I heard about him was that he miraculously pulled through, but that's just hearsay.
What Bill did with the art teacher and the comics was weird and wrong, but the dude did not deserve to be tortured for that.
TL;DR: A lonely nerd kissed the art teacher and made sexual comics about high school girls, and ended up getting mutilated and disfigured by some jocks.