forum The Fantastic Cafe

Started April 13, 2018 by @Tylerrr-M-P

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She beamed at him. “We need more people like you in the world.”

Lloyd smiled softly. "People get worked up over things they don't need to. Everyone just gets offended so easily. It's one of the reasons I don't talk much…"

“Well, when you do talk you say some pretty great stuff.” She smiled.

"Thanks… Some people don't think so. Most of my opinions are fairly controversial, but well thought out."

Lola shrugged. “If you ignore negativity the people who direct it at you will get bored from your lack of reaction and stop.”

Lloyd shook his head. "No, they get bored so they throw you into a locker." (gtg to bed now. Byeee)

(Aw bye)

“Oh.” She chewed her lip. “Hit then with your bag of books, that should do some damage.”

"Trust me, I've tried." Lloyd laughed weakly. "Unfortunately, lifting it is very difficult, not to mention factoring in aim, power, or simply moving it once I've picked it up."

Lola was silent for a moment, brow furrowed in thought. “Is there any way to just avoid them completely?”

"Not that I know of. They know where my locker is and have probably memorized my schedule by now. If they even have the cognitive ability to do that. I honestly don't know anymore."

“The year is almost over, you’ll be in university soon. Maybe you could take the long way around to classes?”

"Maybe… University will be great. I highly doubt those guys would be able to get into any of the colleges that have offered me scholarships. They can go to public school with their sports scholarships, I don't even care. I just hope I never see them again."

“Yeah, there are a kajillion places they could go, you won’t see them again. Are the girls at your school nice?”

"I think so? They usually don't talk to me." He shrugged nonchalantly. "Most people don't. I'm either thrown into a locker or ignored, and I prefer the latter."

Talking about girls huh? Someone jealous? Charlotte thought to herself, pretending to wipe off the counter. I feel like I'm watching reality tv except things work out well.

Lola was growing increasingly concerned, and her awful memories of high school were coming back. “What about your friends?”

"Friends?" Lloyd thought for a moment. "Um, the guy who sits next to me in science is nice I think. I help him with the work sometimes, and he says thanks? I mean, he's not rude… is he using me?" Probably, but he's being nice about it. Shut up.

Crap, he reminds me of me when I was in high school. That’s not a good thing. Poor guy. “Oh. What about the teachers?”

"I like my teachers! They like me, or at least I think they do… Mr. Ray does sort of think I'm unnaturally smart. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm using some 'intelligence steroids' or something. He's one of those old people who think everything unnatural or out of the ordinary is immediately bad."

Lola groaned. “Oh god not one of those people.”

"But seriously though, am I not allowed to be smart? Sorry Mr. Ray, I don't take any 'intelligence steroids' or drugs or anything. But he still grades me fairly, so it's fine. I'm used to people not liking me for one reason or another."

“I don’t see why. I mean, you seem like a pretty great person.”

"I've been told that they're jealous, or that I'm simply an easy person to pick on because I avoid confrontation as much as possible and, as a result, rarely stand up for myself. Or because I'm two years younger and couldn't stand up for myself if I tried. And my opinions are fairly controversial, but I don't really share them that often, so I don't think that's the problem."

“Then think of it this way: if they’re jealous, than it’s actually a compliment because they hold you in a high enough position that they actually hate you. Not that being beat up is a good thing, but I’ve kearned from experience that high school is hell and the only way to survive is ignore the dark side.”

"I try, but it can be rather difficult when it literally slaps you across the face. They make sure they do it in the hallway that Mr. Ray is on too, because he'll just pretend not to see it. I… don't really have the confidence to go tell anyone. I can handle it, I shouldn't have to ask for help…" Aaaaand, you just voiced your thoughts again. Good job, idiot, have fun with that.