Rory was at his usual place behind the school, smoking a blunt, barely caring if he'd get caught by teachers. He was, in general, a loner. He didn't like talking to many people, and they didn't really seem to like to talk to him. After a year of being taunted and called 'retard' by his peers he'd just decided the best option was to just shut up and shut them all out, it worked, for the most part, now they just whispered behind his back and called him "emo freak."
He ran his hand through his dark, died black hair, observing his surroundings and trying to find a friendly face, he didn't like being lonely, but he'd never admit that. At this point he figured he had to face loneliness or things would be hell for him here. The constant bullying was the worst of two evils.