Oh the NERVE of this kid!

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I guess I better start from the beginning so you know what I'm getting at here. A few months ago this former friend of my daughter had come over for a ride to school like he usually did. While I was getting myself together he had been sitting in the living room playing with the cats with one of those little laser lights. Just before it was time to go, my daughter had told him to put it in the desk drawer. So I didn't think anything about it until after I got home and it was my turn to amuse the cats. I could not find that laser anywhere. I tore the desk apart as well as the rest of the living room, as that was the only place the friend had been. Nope...nowhere to be found at all. I was pretty upset over it, not because of the laser itself, but because of the fact that he had the gumption to steal from me in the first place. It was a principle thing for me. The next morning, after my daughter had heard from several friends that he had it in his possession when he had gotten to school the morning before, he had the nerve to show up on my doorstep to get a ride to school. I stayed in the dining room as I was too mad to even get a word out. But boy did my daughter rip into him. She gave him what for, and then we both told him to get off the doorstep and never come back again. Since then, I have done everything I can to ignore the kid even though he lives the next block over from me. I say "kid" but he just turned 18 not too long ago. But he's still a kid to me. Anyway, I have actually turned my back to him if he was walking down the same sidewalk I was on. And when I was driving, I would make as if I didn't see him at all...like he was invisible. You would have been so proud of me...I so resisted the urge to tell him off again. But yet, when HE would pass my back yard in the alley, he would kick the fence at my dogs and call my daughter all sorts of names! A few days ago, I had dropped my daughter's best friend off at school...she's been staying with us for a couple of weeks. I pulled away from the intersection, and there across the street was the kid. It didn't register that it was even him until I glanced both ways to make sure no one was crossing in front of me. I mean, it was a split second glance, literally. So when I picked up my daughter's best friend after school, she told me that he had yelled at her and told her to tell me to stop giving him dirty looks all the time or he was going to call the law on me and get a restraining order against me. I couldn't believe my ears, but I still let everything slide. Now skip to today. While my daughter was getting her nails done, I get a call from one of the officers from the local police department! She's the officer that usually is at the school...I think she deals with truancy issues while she's there. Come to find out, this kid had told her that I gave him dirty looks all the time, I would go out of my way to search him out so that I could cuss him out, AND...get this...that I had tried to run him over! Even after being "busted" by all of the kids at school, he told the officer that he didn't steal from me! Fortunately, the officer told me that she was calling me only because she had to follow up on what he had said. Which I completely understood...she was doing her job like she was supposed to. I explained to her what had happened with the laser, and about the kicking of the fence, and that I avoided the kid like the plague. I think she knew that already, though. And I also think that if she had believed that I had tried to run him over, I would have been called in immediately to the police station for questioning. Plus, it helps that a few of the guys that are police officers used to work with my hubby a while back, and they know both of us and know that this is all a crock of you-know-what. We have a good respectable reputation in this town, and I don't think an 18 year old punk is going to be able to convince anyone otherwise. But it still hurts me a lot. This kid used to be like my own son. And for him to steal from me and start all of this garbage has just torn me apart. I guess that will teach me to be so soft hearted won't it? I'm sorry this was so long and drawn out, but I didn't know any other way to get this out. Has something like this happened to any of you? Please share your experiences. Hugs to everyone........Carryl