playdead

Chapter Fourteen

Oliver wanted to cry.

His mother wanted him to make more friends, to socialize and not to isolate himself from everyone and everything on planet earth.

But isolation made Oliver happier. It made him forget all those problems he had with him.

He hated himself.

He was stuck in his head. He was lonely. He wanted to hug someone, someone special. Someone who meant more than a friend. Like Belle.

But of course Belle wouldn't like him. She was a smart girl, he was a loser. Oliver was in love with her. But she can never know. Why? She'd hate him. She would never talk to him. She would ignore him forever.

Belle was that one. Of course, she'd rather have a good, attractive boy like Simon or something. Oliver was ugly. No one would ever love him. No one.

Oliver didn't care. He would rather bottle it up and shove it down than explain how he felt. It hurt.

It was painful. He cried everyday.

Now he was in this group of people he almost didn't know. Oliver wanted to run away. But of course, he couldn't.

You know what? It's fine. I'm fine. Belle's fine. She doesn't need to love me. She's perfect but I guess no one notices.

Oliver kept thinking about this. Even when they were getting pinned against a wall with bullies certain to kill them.

Oliver can't get her out of his head. He can't. Oliver couldn't tell whether it was obsession or something. It didn't matter.

"Hope that fuckin' hospital food tastes good." Chloe said.

Suddenly, Simon put his hand on Oliver's shoulder. He wanted help to get up.

Oliver and Breezy both pick him up. He locked eyes with Patrick.

"What else could you want, Hothstetter? You screwed me up. I almost died." Simon said grimly.

"That's the problemo, idiot. You need to go to HELL." Patrick said.

Henry yanked a grey door open that was to the right of them. It was unlocked.

"GO!" Henry shouted.

Everyone ran inside. Somehow Patrick and his dumbass friends couldn't.

Henry slammed the door and put his back against it. He frantically looked around for something to block the door.

"OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR YOU DUMBASS!" Cameron bellowed.

One of them slammed against the door. It almost opened it, as Patrick's hand reached in. Henry slammed the door extremely hard, and Oliver heard a very bad CRRK!

Patrick's hand disappeared behind the door, along with a giant, blood curdling scream.

"HENRY, LOCK THE DOOR!" Breezy said.

"Oh. Didn't notice. My bad, sorry guys." Henry said, locking the door and backing away.

Slams and kicks against the doors proved useless. All of them kept shouting insults at them.

Oliver unfroze from his original terrified stance. He looked around, and saw that they were in the 7-11 once again. The lights were out and the sun was starting to set in the distance.

"Thanks Henry...we'd be dead right now dude." Chase said, sighing.

"It's my speciality." Henry replied.

"Now we shall start a new life...in the UNKNOWN!" Chase said.

"Don't push it, blonde." Breezy said. "I'll gladly give you up as bait or something."

"Tough crowd..." Chase said, sitting on the counter.

BANG!

"What the hell?" Simon said.

Henry scrambles by the group and went to the nearby counter, and dug through it. He pulled out a green little lighter, with the liquid showing through the transparent plastic.

"It's boom boom time." Henry said.

Oliver looked around. Breezy tapped his shoulder.

"Talk to me, olive. What should we do?" Breezy asked.

"I...I don't know!" Oliver responded. "...Wait."

Oliver went over to Henry with a big bottle of Coca-cola and mentos.

"Hey...these things don't work." Henry said, banging the lighter on the counter.

Oliver grabbed the lighter and flicked the lighter on. The flame glowed in the dark.

"Oh...I'm dumb, Jesus." Henry said.

"Don't worry..." Oliver said.

Oliver grabbed the firework on the counter and a roll of tape nearby. He rolled a strip of the tape onto the soda bottle and wrapped it around the firework. He opened it, and opened the mentos.

"Slow down, Frankenstein. What is that?" Henry asked.

"A literal bomb." Oliver said.

"Woah...really?" Henry said.

"HEY LOVEBIRDS! THEY'RE GONNA BUST DOWN THE DOOR!" Chase shouted.

Oliver rushed over to the door and leaned on it. The bangs were getting more violent and loud.

He lit the fuse and grabbed a mento. Oliver capped it quickly and shook it as much as he could. He yanked the door open and threw the bomb and slammed it again.

"Hey, what's that?" Patrick's voice sounded.

"I dunno." Chloe said.

BSSSHHH-BOOOOOOM!

Screams erupted from the other side, as well as clops of shoes running away and swearing.

Oliver chuckled.

Hah. Oli-bomb.