I was in middle school.
My best friend was having a birthday party sleepover at his house (omg we had Surge and pizza!). Our other friend thought it'd be cool to go out at dusk to the nearby school and screw around, which was on a popular residential street in Wheaton, MD. If Mandark is reading, he may or may not know what school I'm referring to (it's an elementary schoo).
So we're sitting on the blacktop on the side of school, and my friend comes up with the brilliant idea of shining his laser pointer into passing cars. He does it several times, a few with noticeable results, like cars coming to a screeching halt and then everyone would laugh for a minutes. After a little bit, I started to get nervous and so did my other friend, so we thought it'd be best to stop.
Our friend begged to let us do one more, and we agreed.
We picked the wrong car.
The car stopped in the middle of the street, per usual, but then something frightening happened. He span around and started heading straight for us. He ran over the school entrance and over the curb, and came speeding for the blacktop. Everyone freaked. My friends, in the moment, did the brightest thing and ducked for the woods right next to the blacktop.
I, however, was like a deer in the headlights and decided to run in front of the car behind the school. I thought maybe he was joking, but this guy came barrelling down the blacktop and I heard him yelling profanities. The passenger threw a glass bottle.
I was pretty much scared to death and a shot of adrenaline gave me all the energy I needed, allowing me to hit Mach 5 and run behind the school. The driver would not give up. He started driving on the muddy grass, and made a sharp turn that looked like something out of a demolition derby. At this point, I think he lost control.
So I siezed the moment to get near an entrance door and hug the fucking wall like Sam Fisher.
The car stopped, and out comes two gargantuan 20-year-olds. Fresh off a football meet or something. The passenger had another bottle, looked like beer, and the driver started shouting profanities and looking for me. They began to walk towards the back of the school, and I crouched for my fucking life. I probably would've pissed myself if I could think straight. Right before they turned into the corner I was hiding, I heard the passenger go, "Fuck that piece of shit. He left, man. Let's go."
And they made for the car.
Meanwhile, my friends were taking the long way through the woods, pondering what they would tell my mom. "Sorry, your son got run over by some angry driver because we were shining laser pointers into cars." Or maybe something elaborate, like, "Nazi's took your son away." Maybe pirates.
So when I made it to the other side of the woods and intercepted them on the way back to their house, they were so damn relieved. I was too. I even hugged my best friend. Then I looked at my other friend, the one who was shining the laser pointer.
And I punched him in the face.