You Call Me a Loser [003] As If That's a Bad Thing

Alright so I'm home sick today, and I wrote this chapter late last night. It was weird though, I felt like writing so I started it. And after that it all just came, I didn't even have to stop and think about what should happen next. So this was the chapter I wrote a long time ago, but then got deleted after I pressed publish. Although this chapter will not be as good as the first one ; it's out. So that's the best I can do I suppose.


As I hopped onto the bus I made my way to the very last seat. I had always loved the back seat, and now that I was in grade eight I could sit there all I wanted. Except I would have to be forced to sit beside some of the other eigheth graders. I took a seat beside Aaron Hunter. It was the only one that was empty. I'd known him since the first grade and I'd always envyed him from afar. He was who he was and he loved it, even if other people didn't. I'd been that way from the start, but most of the time it was far from encouraged. He was cool, and not the kind of cool you tell your sister when she asks what you think of her new boyfriend. The kind of cool that was an understatement.

"You do realize that since you sat beside me today that makes you my bus buddy." He told me.

"Bus buddy?" I asked.

"Yeah, you sat beside me. Now you kind of have to sit beside me for the rest of the year. It's the new bus drivers rule." He replied.

"Okay, that's cool I guess." I said, it was better then sitting with the plump kid in the seat infront of us.

"So bus buddy, what did you have for breakfast today?" He asked me with a cheerful smile.

I wasn't really expecting that, "Um, well my sister made oatmeal for me - but I hate oatmeal..so I ate an apple."

He looked stunned. "How can you hate oatmeal? It's basically amazing."

I carried on to tell him that I did like oatmeal, I just didn't like it on it's own and all warm and goopy. I liked it with a cookie or something.

"Olivia, that's kind of hypocritical" He joked.

"Okay, I can't help it that I find it nasty. It just .. is." I confessed.

"But..that's the point.." he muttered while shaking his head.

The point of oatmeal was to be soggy and gooey. That made no sense to me. I kept pondering this thought until we drove into the school driveway. He waved goodbye. At that moment while I walked to the office to get my locker location I only started to imagine the sort of things we would talk about the rest of the year. There I found all of them, and when I say them - I mean Ardyn, Laura, Sarah, and Ava. I often refer them to them, so get used to it.

"Heyyyyyyy" Ava squealed. I waved back.

"Let's all get lockers in a row and the same classes!" Sarah suggested.

We went into the office to ask the principal about it. But we all made Ardyn do it, she had a grade average of 90% and she always won school president. He was fine with the idea, but said that he would have to change a few things and that would cost money. $500. They each pulled it out of their wallets like he was asking for 25 cents. It's not that my family was poor, it was just that we didn't bring $500 in our wallets to spend on things like lockers in a row or all of the same classes.

"Sorry guys, I don't have enough money." I apologized.

They somewhat looked like they were expecting it. The principal gave them their locker locations which seemed to be on the exact opposite side of the school as mine.
I had finished putting all my books into my locker but leaving my notebook because I had English first, I closed the door to find a familiar face. My bus buddy was not just that now, he was also my locker buddy.

"Why hello there Olivia."

"Hey Aaron" I said sort of distracted, I was trying to close my door with my lock. I sucked at those things. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Aaron looking at me like he was going to say something. I locked my lock and looked over at him.

"Don't get me wrong or anything, but I've known you since the first grade, Olivia, you didn't even wear skirts then. Why now?"

I nodded my head and laughed. I didn't really have an answer, well I did ; Laura. But that would make no sense to him. I knew it wasn't what he was looking for, but I couldn't think of anything else. Yet he still looked at my anxiously. Then, the bell rang. As cliche as it sounded..I actually was saved by the bell.

"Gotta go, see you on the way home." I hurried off in the way that I thought was the quickest route to English, but later realized it wasn't when I ended up there 6 minutes tardy. While getting the old puncuality speech I searched the classroom for any of them. Failing at that, I then looked for an empty seat. And guess who the last one was beside ; my bus and locker buddy. So now he was my bus/locker and english buddy? As true as he was all of those things, there was one thing missing. My real buddy. And I doubted that more then I doubted Laura being able to spend a week without shopping. And that, would never happen.