u/Jeez_ballz_69

Back when I was 16, something happened that still sticks with me. Not because of guilt—but because of the sheer entitlement.

I had a stupid phase for exactly two days where I scratched cars with a compass while walking home from school. Just old, beat-up ones on the first day; a high-end car that happened to be parked along my route on the second. I wanted the thrill of being a vandal. My friend K (15 at the time) was with me both days, watching. Then I stopped. I didn't want to make it a habit.

Apparently, the seed was planted.

Days later, K, our other friend J, and I were walking again. K got excited and decided to scratch a car himself. Big mistake. The driver was still inside. The guy burst out—massive, middle-aged, pure rage. J and I bolted immediately. Adrenaline. Fear. I wasn't about to get beaten for something I didn't do. We assumed K ran, too.

He didn't.

We came back later to find K's mother and an older cousin at the scene. K had been slapped around and yelled at, his face marked with red welts. No blood, but he looked wrecked. The driver had left after the mother argued and threatened a police complaint she never filed.

Then she and the cousin turned on us.

We were summoned to K's house like criminals. K sat on the sofa, beaten. Instead of focusing on the grown man who hit her son, his mother lectured us. "You don't run. You fight together. That's not what friends do." The cousin piled on, genuinely arguing we should have stayed and fought the man. This guy was huge. What were three skinny teenagers supposed to do? They looked at us like we were the real villains.

That's the entitlement I'll never forget. They honestly believed we owed it to K to take a beating in solidarity. Not to call for help or find an adult—no, to physically fight a raging stranger on his behalf. I sat there silent as they scolded us, but inside I was filled with nothing but contempt. I felt zero pity for K. Just disgust at two grown women who directed their venom at frightened kids instead of holding their son accountable.

I even apologized, swallowing my ego because I had no choice. It meant nothing.

I didn't scratch that car. I didn't force K to do it. I wasn't his personal bodyguard. I ran out of fear, and I'd do it again. The entitled people in that house weren't the teenagers—they were the adults who thought a 16-year-old should have let himself get beaten, too.

A year after K got assaulted, his father struck up a conversation with me out of nowhere. Casual, friendly even. He asked what I wanted to do with my life. I said I hadn't figured it out.

Then he told me to pay attention to the final dialogue of a specific movie.

I found it. The protagonist tells the audience that God has thrown everyone in a warzone, that you should have goals, that you need to train extremely hard to reach them—and that those without any goals should die as soon as possible, because they're useless to others.

He never mentioned his son. Never raised his voice. But I had just told him I had no plans, no direction. And then that line. I still don't know if it was a grudge delivered quietly. But I heard it. I think I was meant to.

I[M16] was walking along the block with two of my classmates who are also my friends K[M15] and J[M15]. Both of them live nearby. After school was done, we spent time together discussing our hobbies, studies, movies etc. This particular day, my friend K got a little too excited about scratching a car with a compass, because he saw me scratching a few cars while we walked around the block the other day. The thing is when he scratched the car, the driver was still inside. As soon as he heard the car being scratched he literally barged out like a raging bull. His size was enormous and he looked well over middle-aged. At that very moment, my friend J and I ran as far as we could because we didn't want to get attacked.

We thought, our friend K ran away too.

But, when we came back after some time, we could see from afar that my friend K's mother was at the scene along with an older female cousin. It looked like he got beat up pretty bad. He got slapped multiple times and was yelled at by the driver. The driver left as the mother argued and said she would file a police complaint. They then left. Me and my friend J went back to our own homes. Later K's mother called my mother and J's mother and informed them about the incident and why we would run away instead of standing on our ground. We went to his home. We saw K, sitting on a sofa, all beaten up. There wasn't any visible blood or bumps. But, there were visible scars from when a person gets slapped hard. His mother was all about defending his son and that he is just a boy. The driver shouldn't have beaten him. A simple matter of compensation would have fixed it up no problem. And the cousin was all like what the driver did was unforgivable. You guys shouldn't have left him alone and stranded. You should have fought together. What you did was not something friends do.

I don't know what my friend J was thinking. But my inner thoughts were starting with the word which starts with the letter F. And it contained a lot of words and sentences that had that word in them, with every sentence describing his mom and cousin with extreme detail as unforgivable c*n ts. I don't think I'm responsible for this any bit. I have no part in this. I didn't want to get beat up, so I obviously ran. My adrenaline kicked in, and I ran as fast as I could with my friend J who also did the same thing. It was a pep talk. And it was all about how much of a bad friend we were.

I honestly think his mom thought we were the bad guys instead of the one who beat her son up.

I think she thought we were jerks for leaving him to get assaulted.

She didn't even give a police complaint and started giving US a real big talk.

We apologized to him. I'm someone who would never apologise for something I didn't do wrong. And yet I ate up my ego and apologized to him.

AITJ for escaping while my friend got assaulted?

So I (23M) have this classmate (22F) who's been in basically all my classes for four years. In four years, she has genuinely never spoken to me — well, okay, there was this one time like a year before all this where we had the most forgettable small talk ever. Barely even counts.

So you can imagine how weird it was when she randomly DMed me out of nowhere in a panic asking for cash.

Around the same time I found out through a friend that she was apparently hitting up a bunch of other classmates too — and the wild part? She was giving everyone a totally different emergency story.

She also asked me in the same message if I knew any good loan apps she could use. She also asked if I knew any good loan apps she could use. I just told her I didn't know and left it at that.

Here is the exact text exchange:

15/11/2025

17:27 - Classmate: [My Name], [Classmate Name] this side

17:27 - Classmate: I need your help

17:38 - [Missed Voice Call] (I purposefully didn't pick it up as talking would have made the situation even worse.)

18:04 - Classmate: Hello?? Are you there??

18:07 - Me: What happened?

18:08 - Classmate: Im stuck up with some fake loan app fraud and they are blackmailing me now with some edited pictures

Can you please lend me 1k/2k [local currency, enough to buy 28-57 Traditional Kitkat Bars] ill pay you back on time I swear on my parents

18:09 - Me: I'm sorry to hear that. But my parents stopped lending me money after they got to know I have 20 backlogs.

18:09 - Classmate: I just need to get out of this shit

18:10 - Classmate: Can you tell me some loan apps which will give me loan i already 2 loans to repay

18:11 - Me: I suggest you go to the police station. Blackmails don't end well.

18:12 - Classmate: But tonight I need to pay back or else something might happen

18:13 - Me: Then you better hurry to the police station.

(One month later. When she messaged me this second time, I was already having a lot of trouble trying to get 8k \[local currency\] back from the exact same friend who had warned me about her other chat requests.)

13/12/2025

13:55 - Classmate: Can you lend me 300 [local currency] ??

14:18 - Me: I don't know. Can I? 🫩

14:19 - Classmate: I'll be grateful if you will help me

14:20 - Me: And I will regret it if I did.

14:20 - Classmate: I'll pay you back soon within 2 days itself but rn I really need help

14:22 - Me: That's what they all say before they blocked me right after. This isn't my first Rodeo. I'm in no stage of lending money at this moment.

14:23 - Classmate: Ik but you can trust me ill pay you back

14:24 - Me: I already told you I don't have it at the moment.

14:25 - Classmate: Okay

She never messaged me again after that. I don't really feel bad about not lending her anything — I genuinely didn't have it to give. But I do keep thinking about how I got a little sassy when she asked a second time. That part's been bugging me. AITBA?

Edit:- To people who think she was hacked, stop it. She wasn't hacked. I can see her current status every time she is just enjoying herself partying, so no, I don't think she was hacked. And also, from the way she chatted with me, I could understand that it was her. And for those who think it's AI, we'll I don't care anymore. You could just be a fart of Omnipotent AI and you don't even know it yet. I used Kitkat bars as a way of showing the value of my currency around the world.

Me [M23]. Him [M22]. He is a slim man. I am obese.

My "friend" — roommate and classmate — owes me 8,000 [worth 228 KitKat bars]. Every time I bring it up, he gives me a date. When that date comes, it's a different excuse — family reasons, waiting to be paid from some website, something always comes up. He literally moved into another friend's room just to avoid facing me. He still comes to our room to grab clothes and cook meals, then takes it upstairs to eat with them. But can't a single meal for me. He was literally asking others for money to repay people he actually respects — right in front of me — while I'm still waiting. Despite all I have done for him, he has shown me nothing but disloyalty. This has hit me hard. I'm careful with money because I don't want to be a parasite. Because of his debt, I've been eating very little to save up for a proper meal. I've still been covering him throughout all of this. I pay his KFC most of the time, including our weekly Wednesday Special. Bike rides are free. I cover that for him too most of the time. He contributes almost nothing.

One day we were riding to KFC together. On the way, my friend suddenly shouted one of our classmate's names — that's what made us halt. We found two of our classmates who had gotten into an accident. One was unconscious, the other was in distress holding him. My friend was extremely concerned. I felt absolutely nothing — I didn't know them well enough to care, and honestly I thought he was overreacting and overreaching. It was already late afternoon and I just wanted to keep going to KFC. Instead, he insisted on riding their damaged bike back to the hostel rather than leaving it at the nearby gas station. A part literally fell off mid-ride and he didn't even notice until I caught up and told him. He informed their friends and they went to visit.

We eventually made it to KFC and got back close to night. While eating, he was visibly upset and kept pushing me to visit the injured classmates at the hospital on the way back. There were two route options — a long but smooth highway, or a short route with terrible roads, heavy traffic, potholes, and extremely narrow lanes. The hospital itself is a government facility — turds on the floor, disgusting smell, sick people all around. I hate hospitals to begin with — the ominous vibe alone is intolerable for me. They already had plenty of people with them.

I told him it wasn't possible. But I'll be honest — it was mostly out of spite, with only a small part of it being practical. I had already given up on ever seeing that money again. This was the golden opportunity to get back at him. I consciously chose not to help him get there. I wanted him to drown in the sheer depth of despair — the uncertainty of not knowing the severity of his friends' condition. A sense of justice, a way to balance the scales.

He accepted it quietly. Not that it affected our "friendship" much — not like it was even there to begin with.

Me [M23]. Him [M22]. He is a slim man. I am obese. TL;DR

My "friend" — roommate and classmate — owes me 8,000 \[worth 228 KitKat bars\]. Every time I bring it up, he gives me a date. When that date comes, it's a different excuse — family reasons, waiting to be paid from some website, something always comes up. He literally moved into another friend's room just to avoid facing me. He still comes to our room to grab clothes and cook meals, then takes it upstairs to eat with them. But can't a single meal for me. He was literally asking others for money to repay people he actually respects — right in front of me — while I'm still waiting. Despite all I have done for him, he has shown me nothing but disloyalty. This has hit me hard. I'm careful with money because I don't want to be a parasite. Because of his debt, I've been eating very little to save up for a proper meal. I've still been covering him throughout all of this. I pay his KFC most of the time, including our weekly Wednesday Special. Bike rides are free. I cover that for him too most of the time. He contributes almost nothing.

One day we were riding to KFC together. On the way, my friend suddenly shouted one of our classmate's names — that's what made us halt. We found two of our classmates who had gotten into an accident. One was unconscious, the other was in distress holding him. My friend was extremely concerned. I felt absolutely nothing — I didn't know them well enough to care, and honestly I thought he was overreacting and overreaching. It was already late afternoon and I just wanted to keep going to KFC. Instead, he insisted on riding their damaged bike back to the hostel rather than leaving it at the nearby gas station. A part literally fell off mid-ride and he didn't even notice until I caught up and told him. He informed their friends and they went to visit.

We eventually made it to KFC and got back close to night. While eating, he was visibly upset and kept pushing me to visit the injured classmates at the hospital on the way back. There were two route options — a long but smooth highway, or a short route with terrible roads, heavy traffic, potholes, and extremely narrow lanes. The hospital itself is a government facility — turds on the floor, disgusting smell, sick people all around. I hate hospitals to begin with — the ominous vibe alone is intolerable for me. They already had plenty of people with them.

I told him it wasn't possible. But I'll be honest — it was mostly out of spite, with only a small part of it being practical. I had already given up on ever seeing that money again. This was the golden opportunity to get back at him. I consciously chose not to help him get there. I wanted him to drown in the sheer depth of despair — the uncertainty of not knowing the severity of his friends' condition. A sense of justice, a way to balance the scales.

He accepted it quietly. Not that it affected our "friendship" much — not like it was even there to begin with.

Me [M23]. Him [M22]. He is a slim man. I am obese.

My "friend" — roommate and classmate — owes me 8,000 [worth 228 KitKat bars]. Every time I bring it up, he gives me a date. When that date comes, it's a different excuse — family reasons, waiting to be paid from some website, something always comes up. He literally moved into another friend's room just to avoid facing me. He still comes to our room to grab clothes and cook meals, then takes it upstairs to eat with them. But can't a single meal for me. He was literally asking others for money to repay people he actually respects — right in front of me — while I'm still waiting. Despite all I have done for him, he has shown me nothing but disloyalty. This has hit me hard. I'm careful with money because I don't want to be a parasite. Because of his debt, I've been eating very little to save up for a proper meal. I've still been covering him throughout all of this. I pay his KFC most of the time, including our weekly Wednesday Special. Bike rides are free. I cover that for him too most of the time. He contributes almost nothing.

One day we were riding to KFC together. On the way, my friend suddenly shouted one of our classmate's names — that's what made us halt. We found two of our classmates who had gotten into an accident. One was unconscious, the other was in distress holding him. My friend was extremely concerned. I felt absolutely nothing — I didn't know them well enough to care, and honestly I thought he was overreacting and overreaching. It was already late afternoon and I just wanted to keep going to KFC. Instead, he insisted on riding their damaged bike back to the hostel rather than leaving it at the nearby gas station. A part literally fell off mid-ride and he didn't even notice until I caught up and told him. He informed their friends and they went to visit.

We eventually made it to KFC and got back close to night. While eating, he was visibly upset and kept pushing me to visit the injured classmates at the hospital on the way back. There were two route options — a long but smooth highway, or a short route with terrible roads, heavy traffic, potholes, and extremely narrow lanes. The hospital itself is a government facility — turds on the floor, disgusting smell, sick people all around. I hate hospitals to begin with — the ominous vibe alone is intolerable for me. They already had plenty of people with them.

I told him it wasn't possible. But I'll be honest — it was mostly out of spite, with only a small part of it being practical. I had already given up on ever seeing that money again. This was the golden opportunity to get back at him. I consciously chose not to help him get there. I wanted him to drown in the sheer depth of despair — the uncertainty of not knowing the severity of his friends' condition. A sense of justice, a way to balance the scales.

He accepted it quietly. Not that it affected our "friendship" much — not like it was even there to begin with.

So I (23M) have this classmate (22F) who's been in basically all my classes for four years. In four years, she has genuinely never spoken to me — well, okay, there was this one time like a year before all this where we had the most forgettable small talk ever. Barely even counts.

So you can imagine how weird it was when she randomly DMed me out of nowhere in a panic asking for cash.

Around the same time I found out through a friend that she was apparently hitting up a bunch of other classmates too — and the wild part? She was giving everyone a totally different emergency story.

She also asked me in the same message if I knew any good loan apps she could use. She also asked if I knew any good loan apps she could use. I just told her I didn't know and left it at that.

Here is the exact text exchange:

15/11/2025

17:27 - Classmate: [My Name], [Classmate] this side

17:27 - Classmate: I need your help

17:38 - Missed Voice Call (I purposefully didn't pick it up as talking would have made the situation even worse.)

18:04 - Classmate: Hello?? Are you there??

18:07 - Me: What happened?

18:08 - Classmate: Im stuck up with some fake loan app fraud and they are blackmailing me now with some edited pictures

Can you please lend me 1k/2k [local currency, enough to buy 28-57 Traditional Kitkat Bars] ill pay you back on time I swear on my parents

18:09 - Me: I'm sorry to hear that. But my parents stopped lending me money after they got to know I have 20 backlogs.

18:09 - Classmate: I just need to get out of this shit

18:10 - Classmate: Can you tell me some loan apps which will give me loan i already 2 loans to repay

18:11 - Me: I suggest you go to the police station. Blackmails don't end well.

18:12 - Classmate: But tonight I need to pay back or else something might happen

18:13 - Me: Then you better hurry to the police station.

(One month later. When she messaged me this second time, I was already having a lot of trouble trying to get 8k [local currency] back from the exact same friend who had warned me about her other chat requests.)

13/12/2025

13:55 - Classmate: Can you lend me 300 [local currency] ??

14:18 - Me: I don't know. Can I? 🫩

14:19 - Classmate: I'll be grateful if you will help me

14:20 - Me: And I will regret it if I did.

14:20 - Classmate: I'll pay you back soon within 2 days itself but rn I really need help

14:22 - Me: That's what they all say before they blocked me right after. This isn't my first Rodeo. I'm in no stage of lending money at this moment.

14:23 - Classmate: Ik but you can trust me ill pay you back

14:24 - Me: I already told you I don't have it at the moment.

14:25 - Classmate: Okay

She never messaged me again after that. I don't really feel bad about not lending her anything — I genuinely didn't have it to give. But I do keep thinking about how I got a little sassy when she asked a second time. That part's been bugging me. AITA?