Riley watched the white-haired kid walk to a table and sit alone. He shrugged and walked up to the counter.
"No..."He whispered. "I'm not going to do that..."
"Excuse me?" The person at the counter said, his voice drowning in confusion.
"I just need a whole pizza." Riley said. "Double pepperoni." The man nodded. He began pounding the order into the monitor of his cash register.
"That'll be 21$." 
Riley nodded and pulled out a debit card, one his mother insisted he get. He swiped it and sat down to wait for his order. 

Riley sat a table or so over from the white haired kid. "Shut up!" He hissed. He leaned onto the table and tightly grabbed onto his head. "Shut up, shut up, shut up!" He whispered. 

Riley looked around sharply, as if he had a serious problem with paranoia, no one could hear him talking to himself. No one, he was sick of being such an outcast. His life had become miserable since Malice entered his head. 

Riley focused on the napkin dispenser, just so he wouldn't burst into tears.