Short Stories

Loner

A loner is a person who avoids or does not actively seek human interaction. There are many reasons for solitude intentional or otherwise. Intentional reasons can include spiritual, mystical, or religious considerations or person philosophies. Unintentional reasons involve being introverted, highly sensitive, and extremely shy, or having various mental disorders. The modern term "loner" can be used with a negative connotation in the belief that human beings are social creatures and those that do not participate are deviant. Being a loner is something depicted culturally as a positive personality trait, as indicative of being independent and responsible. Unfortunately deviance violates the social norm and is therefore frowned upon.

Loners aren't wallflowers. They don't blend in, they disappear.

Oliver

Alone. Just the way I liked it. What's the point in having friends if they're just going to leave you, disappoint you, swallow you whole and change you? Exactly. You can't think of a reason. The solo life is the best. Friends, who the hell needs them? No one weighing you down, no one forcing you to do anything. Plain and simple. Sounds really nice right about now, doesn't it?

A normal day for me is showing up to school. Hell, the teachers don't even bother to call my name, they knew I was there. Something about an entity in a teacher's classroom kinda gave it away. Interesting, indeed.

So anyway, I show up to school, walk through the halls way before anyone else did, perks of waking up and leaving early. I call it a talent, others call it black magic. I went to first block and sat in the back, totally isolated. I already know this stuff, also the perks of growing up with a million book library right next door to your childhood bedroom, so paying attention was half important, half bullshit. I turned in my papers to the teacher after everyone left. Made it easier that way.

I avoid human contact with anyone I don't know. Strangers don't appeal to me as they do to the norms. I'd rather stay away from people who could be potential serial killers.

I prefered to stay out of sight... at least I tried. My plans of being invisible haven't failed me... yet.
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Okay, so I am a little late. Big deal. No one noticed me anyway. I had on my usual grey hoodie, black skinny jeans, and black shirt. Not emo, but certainly not prep. I was careful to stay out of the way of the jocks, and bimbos, and the wannabes. Apparently not careful enough...

"Jeez, watch were you- oh hey. You new?" I bumped into one of the jocks. Football player Dominic Rivers.

"Uh... N-no." I just wanted out of here.

"Oh? I haven't seen you around before. Do you ditch?"

"No. I g-guess I just haven't b-been around." He nodded.

"Okay then. Well I'm Dom. Dom Rivers. You are..."

"Um... Oliver Logan." I adjusted my backpack and shifted from one foot to the other.

"Well nice to meet you, Oliver Logan. I'll see you around, okay. I gotta go."

"Right. Um, bye." I walked out of the hallway, shaking. I really hated people.

I walked into the class and take my seat in the back, in the shadows. Where no one saw me. I loved being alone.

Just then the bell rang and the class filed in. And the class started.
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"Hey Oliver. Haven't seen you forever." I felt my brown 'Christian' cut hair being ruffled by rough hands and I ducked.

"Oh, it's just you." I looked at Dom and fixed my hair.

"Thanks. I feel special." I rolled my eyes and began walking away. He grabbed my arm, "Hey wait. Come sit with me at lunch."

I shook my head, "No. In case you haven't noticed, I avoid people..." Dom chuckled.

"Fine. We won't sit by people. Meet me by the big tree by the tennis courts. If you don't I will find you." He stared at me seriously. I stared back.

"How would you find me?"

"I got connections. I can get to the P.A. system and force you to eat lunch with me." I blinked at him. Was this guy for real?

"O-okay okay. Fine. I'll meet you there at the start of lunch. If you're not there by twelve o nine, I'm leaving. And I am 100% sure that I can make it so that you can't find me."

"Fine by me. See you at lunch, Oli." I wrinkled my nose and made my way to my third block class. He was there weirdest person I have ever met.

Well, he's one of the only people I have ever met...

I couldn't focus through the class I had. I think it was maths or something. I didn't care.

The class dragged on, me grabbing the extras that were put two seats in front of my desk and finishing them before the blondes could complain about their hair.

I just sat there, doodling on my notebook until the bell rang. Everyone left, dropping off their paper. I followed suit... Well,. I did after everyone left. I nodded towards the teacher and left.
Apparently I had to go and meet him before he publicly humiliated me in front of people who don't even know I exist. 

"Hey, you made it!" Dom exclaimed, tackling me to the ground. I stood back up, brushing my jeans off and glaring at him.

"Try not to o that. And yeah, of course I came. You were threatening to publically humiliate me in front if people who don't even know who the hell I am. Although, I could have gotten you back." I pointed out, dropping my backpack down on the bleachers next to his lunch and standing near them very awkwardly.

"So, I want to learn more about you!" Dom said, pulling me to the bleachers. God, this kid just oozed enthusiasm...

"What's there to know? I'm a loner. I got no life." I lied. Well, nothing that he would know about...

"Yeah right. I just want to know more about you, is that so wrong?"

"Perhaps. The more you know, the closer to death you are." I joked, showiing no emotion.

"And why's that?"

"I'm a loner. That's how it is." Dom moved over to sit next to me.

"So what's it like being a loner?" Dom asked. I shrugged.

"Oh it's nice. No disappointment, no one expecting anything of you. It's great."

"Does it ever get lonely?"

"No... Well, I guess when you've been a loner your whole life, you get used to it. The loneliness and the solitude."

"Oh. Well now, you're my friend. So you're not going to be alone."

"Oh great. I'm stuck with you! Might as well kill me now!"