Poop and Boyz - warning gross

There was a dreamy foreign boy who wrote his number on my arm. Since he was foreign it was a long number - like 30 digits. In between lines of numbers he wrote little notes in beautiful handwriting. It was very poetic. I went up to the bathroom and pooped a lot. But not just the normal way, but also out of my mouth. A lot. It was less gross that it sounds, but I was worried about other people seeing it (it was in the garbage can). It was Halloween and there was candy everywhere but I noticed that I was not interested in the candy or festivities. Instead I got a ride from my parents, realized I left the poop in the garbage can, and ran back to dispose of it discretely. My parents drove me to pick up D. I showed her the number that the dreamy foreign guy wrote on my arm and she laughed and we decided to call him. We met up with him in the rain. He was very flirty and kind. Until he turned evil and put something on my back that felt like a staple. It hurt really bad and I realized he put a tracking device on me. He could hear everything I was saying so I could not call the police or an ambulance. It was all very stressful.