We're Not Linking! (MxM)

Chapter 3

Nachum's POV

I was drowning, and Enoch was a fish swimming around my suffering body. In imagery, bubbles escaped my mouth as I coughed. It's been a week or so since the incident, and I was physically dying. I stumbled my way through class. Every single time my head wavers like a large weight, he'd catch me as if he was Prince Charming. Somehow, I didn't seem to mind. I wasn't in the state or mood to push him away like I'd usually do.

I flung my head back and groaned. Lunch it was, but my throat felt sore. Luckily, Maynard was right beside me and not Enoch. I was thankful enough for his help these past sufferable days. I didn't know where he'd gone, and I'd have to deal with his questions if he were here.

My eyes squinted as my head almost hit my tray. Maynard pushed it back hard enough for me to stay still as he flicked my forehead. "What's wrong with you, Nacho?"

"I don't know..." I murmured, "Mom spoke to me about some kind of job she offered me or something about photographs..."

"Fucking idiot." He slaps his tray on the lunch table, "You're burning up like wood. Are you sick or something?"

"No? I was fine a week ago..." I frowned, "you see me eat like a hog."

He nodded and drank out of the milk carton, pushing the cold cardboard up against my forehead. "Your birthday is in three days, right?"

"I think?" I shrugged. I barely had time to keep up with it in Junior year. Why is he asking about my birthday? I suddenly gasp. "Fuck no way!"

"Yes???" He cocked his head and returned me a questioning expression.

"Post fucking symptoms." I gawked, and Maynard shot me with finger guns. He agreed right away, and I wasn't happy. I'm sick, and it'll be my seventeenth birthday. Hopefully in the probability of eight billion people, my soulmate isn't someone in Westville Park High.

Most of the symptoms are fever and shit like omegaverse, but we don't need to have sexual intercourse to relieve it. The school will give us inhibitors every week after our seventeenth birthday if someone met their soulmate but never physically held hands to relieve our insomnia or feverish feeling. It seemed like I had both. There was a lenient 20% someone would have both, but it's a post symptom if we've already met our soulmate or passed them. However, you'll still smell the scent right away when you come in contact on your seventeenth birthday.

That would mean that I've already come across my soulmate.

I always questioned the theory that if I'm seventeen and my soulmate is not, will they be able to feel the same feeling? It would spontaneously be reasonable if they did. Nevertheless, it ain't my problem because I ain't getting one. If I come across them, I'm grabbing a stop sign or a "STOP IT GET SOME HELP" one. Six feet away, am I right? Keep your distance, animals. We people ain't snatch, grab, and claim. That's where you predators and toxic partners should learn your limits and their boundaries.

BIG BRAIN, AM I RIGHT!?

I'm so fucked up right now. My body is so weak, and I feel so fucking frail and helpless. That's not a good thing, because I'm an athlete. It shouldn't be this difficult to deal with since hormones arise and your body pain wouldn't be too bad if you exercise enough.

Is this what my sister experiences on her period, or is it way worse? I bet it's way worse because she screams like Hell is coming to get her, and Heaven gave her the middle finger.

Like, damn woman! I don't know what God gave you to experience so much pain like ovaries, but I don't think I want that at all. I'm not ever going to wish I were a woman. With what she and her goat screams are like, I'd probably be cacawing like a tyrannosaurus when I'm on my menstrual as a woman—figuratively speaking.