Granted, but she begins to stalk your girlfriend instead, proclaiming her undying love for her, and your girlfriend becomes convinced that it's your fault and you're a two-timing jerk, so she walks out on you, but before she does, she puts dog poop in a paper bag on your front porch and lights it on fire, then takes pictures of you in nothing but your boxer shorts and poop-covered slippers and posts copies all over town, and to top it all off...it goes in the yearbook, and every time you look back on your high school memories, the whole incident is hanging over all the good times like a huge, black shadow.
(Can I be evil, too?)
I wish I could learn foreign languages overnight.