Answer by Anonymous:
This is what my college friend told me once. I post his exact words because I believe people need to know this.
this happened to me when I was in 12th class. me and my group of four guys only had one thing on mind at that time. It was C++ and java. We were what you can call budding programmers (We all are doing CS engineering now in top colleges). I loved the way that we used to push each other to new boundaries. With our passion, our talks were rarely about girls. Until unless some other bloke started the topic, we usually didn't care.
One day, during my class, a girl approached me saying that she wanted me to teach her the things that she had missed last week due to her visit somewhere. I obliged and I taught her for two days in the school grounds on benches. After this, we became friends and yes, for me, who hadn't talked to girls that much, I felt happy with her. Soon I proposed, but the reply I got left me baffled. It was,"but XXX(my name), you are in such a serious relationship with XYZ( some girl) and you ask me to be your girlfriend. I thought better of you."
I was dumbfounded. On research, I found that a girl in my class apparently had been telling fake stories of how me and her have been dating for almost a year.
I gre doubtful and asked my friends for advice. They said that I should talk to the girl concerned. I approached her one fine day and I bet she understood what I was going to talk about before I even spoke a word. Nevertheless, I explained her properly. She said that she only did that because she was attracted to me and at that moment indire tly proposed me and asked for an answer. I didn't like her, I barely knew her. I politely refused, saying that I like someone else. she apologized and said she wouldn't say anything from now.
A month later, I found out that it had not stopped. She was still spreading stories. Stories of how we have kissed and have reached bases. Seeing this again, I got irritated and I blasted the girl in front of the class. I stood up in front of the class and I spoke how the stories she has been telling are fake. I was naive. I didn't know how to react. After this, she lost her trust from all her friends.
and then it started…. the misuse
two days later, my principle comes to my class and takes me away. On reaching her office, I saw four people. The girl sitting on the chair crying. a man standing beside him, her father and a police officer.
Soon, I was told how the girl has explained that we had a "fight in our relationship" and how I got physical because of my anger. She showed marks on her hands ( self inflicted but claimed mine.). Her father said I want to talk to the boy alone. everyone allowed.
He took me out on the corridors and said," look son, you apologize to my daughter or else I will make you suffer."
I refused. I knew I hadn't done anything wrong. I was let go while the police investigated the case. The same day, I told my parents and friends everything. My parents knew me well. They believed in me but that was pretty much it. Apart from the 4 friends I had, almost everyone sympathized with the story of a girl, which was different on different places. Rumors got so bad that people started saying I raped her.
the next one month was tragic. I lost all respect I had with teachers. My relatives saw me as something very bad. I barely talked to any new persons. Then one day, one of her stories made a mistake. She finally announced the date of the incident as she was coming out of her "depression". As soon as one of my friend got to know it, he realized a crucial thing. I was not in the city and had gone out of with my friends for an IIT college fest. He ran with the proofs, the flight ticket and the visitor card made by my name in the college. Finally, for once after a long time, one of the police officers supported my case and finally the girl was revealed as the culprit.
but what I don't understand is, the day I was condemned, I distinctly remember a bunch of at least 20 or so publicists. The day they announced the truth, I counted only five. I'm still seen as a culprit, because that girl has left a blotch on my record.