I love you.

-Vomiting on the new guy-

(What a way to show interest huh?)0

A wave of pain hit my body as I felt myself discharge all the fluids I had left in my body, I groan in pain as a second wave hits and I lurch and clutch a toilet. Regret like no other was aching through my body as I expelled all the pineapple juice and milk I had consumed  before school.

It was a sunny day and I was exited for school, I woke up early and brushed my teeth, got dressed and went downstairs to eat. Here's where I made my big bad decision; pineapple juice. I love pineapples, even if I'm allergic to it on my skin, I love the taste.  So I decided to have a nice cold glass of pineapple juice with my morning cereal!

I wish I hadn't.

I ate happily, unaware that I had just started a war against my stomach, when I had finished I checked the time and left to catch my bus to school. I arrived and was greeted my by lifelong friend Kayla with her usual whispy looking hair tied into a bun. She hugs me and we enter the loud classroom, I sit at my desk and get out a small black book that I plan to sketch in.

"BOO!" "Eek!"
"Andre, You Scared me!"
He laughs, shrugging off my anger.
"How are you, you look faint?" He asks still snickering slightly.
"I'd be better if a ginger twat didn't just give me a heart attack" I say smacking him on the head with my book.

Right as he's about to respond the teacher walks in to do registration.
I smirk at him and he sticks his tongue out and sits down a seat away from me. I focus on getting my book open with my pencil in it before my stomach starts to ache.

"Okay students!" Mr Page announces loudly. "We have a new student joining us today, He's from Australia and just moved. Isn't that exiting? I hope you all will get along well! This is Noah."

As he said this a rather short boy with black shoulder length hair walks in. I look at him, admiring his eyes for a few minutes before opening my book and drawing him.

What could I say he was cute and I'm a sucker for cute things!

"He will be sitting in seat B3, Noah it's right over there next to [name]."

He draws his bag closer to him as he scampers to his seat right in between me and Andre. I could feel his eyes on me and I continued to ignore the teacher doing registration. I happily continued sketching him and before I knew it the teacher had called my name and I had drawn Noah on 2 pages on my book.

"Hey, what's your name?" I ask him, hoping he won't think I'm weird.
"I-it's  Noah b-but didn't the teacher s-say it already?" He stuttered out as he's dark cheeks become more pigmented.

"Figured it would be nicer to ask!" I say as I look back to my notebook, covering it slightly so he can't see my drawing of him, as I write his name in the middle of all the drawings.

A hard wave of nausea hits me as I feel the familer waves of vomit lashing at my esophagus, I hold it back as much as I can and yell "I NEED TO USE THE BATHROOM" before running out of the classroom and too the toilets.

As soon and I hit the bathrooms I dash into a stall and puke. It didn't feel like it was done but I needed to call for someone to pick me up.

I scrambled out of the toilet stall and walk out into the main hallway.
As I grab my bag from the class room and exit again, (the teacher understanding what was happening and giving me the permission to enter and exit when I need)

I exit and get out my phone to call my mom, she pickes up and asks what's wrong, I tell her I'd been ill and need to be picked up, she tells me she'll be there in 10 and hangs up.

I sit in the reception and wait for her, as I'm waiting the bell rings. The school day has begun and everyone starts rushing to get to their first classes of the day. I sigh, trying not to feel even worse than I already do.

Then I hear something, a small squeak. Like that of a mouse, then a thud. A relatively loud thud.

Someone walks past the reception door and then I spot Noah lying on the floor like he had just- oh.

"You alright?" I say standing up and giving him my hand.
He takes it, and proceeds to ramble about how he was coming to see me and he didn't wanna miss me before I went.

"Huh, you came here for me?" I say tilting my head upwards, nausea hitting hard again.

I rip a page from my book and swiftly write my number on it.

"Call- BLUEAGH"

I don't look up from the paper, that was still somehow clean. I knew what I had just done but I didn't want to face it.

I hear a loud honk and it snaps me out of my head. I look and its my mom who seems to be sitting herself laughing at me.

I turn back to Noah having finally got the guts to look at him, he has vomit all over his trouser legs and his jacket.

"I'm so so sorry.."I say almost pleading him to not say anything.

"Uh" was all he said, before walking away, probably to go to the washroom then lost and found room.

Tears fill my eyes as I grab my stuff and exit the school building. As soon as I enter my mom's car I burst into tears, crying about how I just fucked up all my chances with a cute guy while she just kept laughing hysterically.

"Stop laughing this is sad" I say threw tears, "I can't because you fail to notice- hahaha-that he took your number anywayy" she says spluttering though choked laughter.

I feel my face get red.

HE TOOK IT?!?

When we get home I check my phone for any messages, I hadn't.

The nausea hits again and I rush to the toilet again depleting myself of stamina and will to live, and that brings us to now.

[Now this is a perfect way to wrap up chapter 1, please remember to vote and tell me what your thoughts are in the comments]
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