"People like me. I got loads of mates." He didn't want to think about that sort of thing, it was boring. It didn't bother him anyway, he didn't really need mates. He never did. He never had them, not at school and certainly not now. Though he had some people that liked him. Tolerated him. Barry asked where he was so he wasn't entirely hated, right? Even if Barry never really answered his texts properly or went out with him. Not that any of them did.

Oh God, he hated this. He wanted to talk. He wanted to get up, to make a joke, to do something. He tried desperately to fight against the others but all it did was make his body convulse unpleasantly. He couldn't escape the feeling. The fear. The hate. He horrible uncertainty.

Even his own mom and dad fucking hated him.

He didn't cry. If anyone asked, he didn't cry. Nope. It was just seasonal allergies, that was all. Everyone cried sometimes but not over these things. Real shit wasn't worth these sort of feelings.

He wanted to get up now.