Adventures in Stupidity

There's this guy at my church.
I've known him since we were both children but I've never known him beyond just name. His sister was my best friend at one point, but it's been a while.
Suddenly he's in youth group. Whatever.
Suddenly he thinks it's okay to touch me.
No.
I can't even express how much this bothered me. I started attending my church less and less frequently because of him. Everyone but him knew that I didn't want him anywhere near me; I made it obvious. Apparently he is the master of oblivion because he had no idea.
In his defense, he saw me mostly around D and H who I am both very touchy with. He saw me hugging on them and figured that's how I roll. Which is why I ever hugged him, ever. I didn't want to be rude.
Here's the thing. I've known D literally as long as I can remember. I apparently met H later but I don't remember meeting her. I don't think we were around each other a lot.
Both of these people are very, very close to my heart. I love H like a little sister and I want to protect her from all the bad things in the world. D's like...I don't know what he is. He and I have a unique relationship. I'd say he's like a brother but that would be slightly creepy given that half the time when we talk it's filled with wild, inappropriate, empty flirting. He's just D. The end. Anyway, I love them both.
You have to get a certain seal of approval to touch me. It has to do with your personality, how well I know you, how I perceive you...it's complicated.
He did not have this seal of approval.
And for all the talking I do, i am REALLY non-confrontational.
So this went on for the entire summer.
Me trying to leave things without him seeing me and hugging me goodbye. Me trying to have things in my hands so that he wouldn't hug me.
One day I was sitting at a table eating a doughnut or something. He comes up behind me says hello and hugs me from behind and starts rubbing my back.
What.
The.
Heck.Like, really slowly. My upper back. I don't know in what world that's appropriate. Unnecessarily intimate, much? I wanted to hurt him.
Hence Mister Slicey.
Mister Slicey is the name for my eventual knife.
I felt the need to get a knife because this a-hole wouldn't leave me alone.
I discussed him with people and eventually my mom told my dad that he needed to put the fear of god into this guy. Shortly thereafter I was talking to my mom about my feelings and decided I wanted to do it.
He made me feel powerless and weak. That I wasn't in control of my own body or what people will do to it. He made me wonder if I'm destined to always just lay back and accept people doing things to me that I don't like.
I'm a fighter, but there are some battles I don't fight. Some I don't fight because I just don't see it as important enough. Sometimes I'm afraid.
Sometimes I'm completely immobilized.
When he started touching me I just didn't like it but I figured he would stop. He wouldn't. I started to feel faraway. I started to feel really traumatized.
The day I talked to my mom was a Tuesday. I decided I would go to church the following night and tell him to piss off.
I took my sister's pocket knife with me.
I couldn't stop holding it.
It made me feel like I had some control.
Did I think I would stab him?
I wasn't planning on it, but I liked to know I could.
I sat in a tactically advantageous place in the room. On the edge of the arm of a couch. I could see everyone, no one could sneak up on me. I could be up in less than a second and the door was a straight shot.
I sat there flicking the knife open and shut.
He never actually showed up.
I was disappointed. I wanted to face my demon.
Nonetheless he was at church that sunday. When he came to hug me I told him no offense but i really don't like people i don't know to touch me. it's not personal, it's just me. D was sitting with me and he said how this guy was cool. I said sure. I just don't know him.
I thought for a while that D was probably right and it was probably just that I don't know him well enough. But the more time I spend with him the less I like him. He's a creep. H loves everyone and she thinks he's cool. Other people at church and I have had many a conversation about him, though, and it's nice to know I'm not alone. Little D, K, R, and I had a talk about him that was basically everyone being like, "am i the only one who thinks he's totally creepy?" and my comments were 1. i'm glad it's not just me and 2. if he gets within three feet of me i'll kill him.
Again I don't think he understands this. He keeps making dumb comments when I don't move to hug him about how i don't know him and asks oh you know so and so but not me.
Listen. The more you're bothered by not being able to touch me, the less likely I am to let you touch me. I really don't like this kid.
Our youth group went to a service project recently and on the way back he was playing with the girls' hair. It was creepy as all hell. They all had their hair down and I had mine in a bun. He played with K's hair (she was next to me) and as soon as I felt his hand on my hair I said, "I will murder you."
I meant it as a joke but it came out in an intense monotone. Everyone else was kind of stunned but he didn't stop touching my head! I had to jerk away and say "Please do not touch my hair." And he was all, "who, me?"
What's wrong with this guy?
I really, really don't like him.