THE LONER BOY AND THE LONELY GIRL VOLUME 2

3.4-Part 1

*After a while, Leo returns to his classroom *

Phew... That was quite a situation there. I think that girl is a piece of bad news. I don't know why but ever since I met her weird things are happening. I mean, just look at how much my daily routine has changed and just look at the attention I am getting.

Look even now, everyone is staring at me as if they are saying... 'Where is our princess, you foul demon?' or 'Why has she not returned yet, you shithead?' or 'Why is that guy even in our class?'.They don't even stop there.

But these ominous stares and possibly death threats are not a big deal for me. I mean I've been through much worse situations. I also happen to have just the right trick to get out of this situation.

*Leo goes to his seat and sits down. Then he places his head on the desk and then covers it using his arms and in this way-- Wait a minute isn't that your standard sleeping position... Are you kidding me? I'm gonna quit this job as a narrator, I'm sick of his stupid idiotic shit and his constant third wall breaking stuff and constant clarification I have to give to people. He is so dumb and--*

** As the narrator relaxes a bit, we can continue with Leo**

In this way I become the most worthless thing in the whole class and those who are eyeing me will just stop doing it and voila problem solved.

Well If I've guessed it right. We still have a bit of time left on our hand, So I guess I'll tell you a little story about my past, just a little bit. You might just understand the reason behind my behaviour or you might not. Who knows?...

(From this point onwards Leo will talk about himself in the past so it will be in a third-person narrative. So we can give our narrator a bit of break... and hopefully he calms down)

A week had passed by from 'that' incident. Your boy was still in the process of becoming a loner. I was just 13 back then. I had never been through anything like that before. Everyone in the class hated me. If I think about it now, it was not just the class, it was the entire school that hated me.

I was scared of all those hate stares that I received. Trash talking about me became a daily routine for these people. The very people who once considered me as their friend were now looking at me as if I was some kind of threat. I became a symbol of hatred for all those people. And damn! it hurt. This feeling of someone ripping your heart right out of your chest was something so new to me that every time they mocked me, they degraded me, they scribed 'go kill yourself' on my desk and straight-up threw away my bag and stationaries, I used to feel this tight squeeze in my chest. Every emotion would build up inside of me. My brain would go dizzy. My legs would give up on me. And after that, I used to puke everything I had in me.

I couldn't stop thinking, 'Why? Why? Why?'. This thought that how can anyone murder someone's character so easily? A character who once used to eat with them, play with them and laugh with them.

It was very hard to adjust to all this isolation. I never thought I would have to live through this. Loneliness was consuming me and there was no hope for me. No one cared about me.

To this day I still think 'that', it would've been a completely different story if they could have just heard my cries for help. If they could have just listened to what I have to say. And to be honest, I'm happy that they didn't because I wouldn't be what I am if I didn't suffer through all this hell.

They taught me the harshest truth of life which is, 'Friends aren't loyal to you. They are loyal to their needs of you. Once their needs change, so does their loyalty.'

Social media became a platform of horror for me. I was mocked at every place in school. They all wanted me to leave their class as I was barred as a convict by the entire school. They only cared about their image. They hated me because I disgraced the school, the class and all of them because I was someone who was with them.