My Last Chance To Reverse Time

I Can't Lie To You.

I'm still unable to damn speak when Ms Wilson's expression becomes concerned from my sudden freeze.
A couple of seconds passes before I quickly adjust and shake my head.
"Can I go to the restroom ?" I speak breathlessly.
"You can..." She nods. Having nothing else to add apparently.

I stand up instantly and run through the hallway. Everybody's eyes on me. Which is probably the last thing I care about right now.
I get inside the restroom and puke into the toilet.
Fuck, this feeling never gets damn easier.
Get your shit together Ethan.
I inhale deeply, wash my face and look at my reflection in the mirror..

Damn, I really look so painfully young, and honestly, I have to give some credit to myself. I'm handsome.
My hair is a curly lighter shade of brown, short from the sides but falls to my eyes.
The black T-shirt I'm wearing has no neck which exposes a little bit of the tattoos that run from my chest to my throat. Luckily It's not that visible, I hate it if someone stares at my ink.
Oh, and I'm wearing in my left ear... An earring...?

This is weird.. I'm one hundred percent sure I have no piercing yet alone a single black obsidian earring...
It looks cool deadly cool though, not gonna lie...

I lift my finger to touch it but I instantly back it away when a shock of electricity runs through my entire arm just from brushing my hand near that thing.

"Asshole, did you really need to give me some magical earring shit." I groan in frustration.
Why though? This is something that I never had when I first regressed before. But yet again, that bastard made it clear that this time is different. No chance of failing I guess.
I tilted my head to the left so I could see it better.
It's at the shape of an upside down cross...
The hell does it do ?

I shake my head a little bit before landing at the reflection of my eyes in the mirror.
Gray...

I actually experienced this before so it's not that surprising.
Both of my eyes are normally crystal blue. But when I regressed for the first time, my left eye turned into a light shade of gray. Which is FUCKING COOL! Being two-eyed is probably the coolest thing ever so it's a W for me. Now having a crazy earring on the same side of my face seems hot...
I was still touching my gray eye and thinking if I just unlocked the Rinnegan when the door opens...

A blonde girl enters while chewing gum.
Wait aren't these boys restrooms ?
I turn to face her completely.
She's wearing a cheerleader outfit, of course every blonde in existence has to be a cheerleader apparently. And a mean girl.
But hey who am I to talk, maybe she's a nice one.
"What the fuck babe!" She yells.
Yeah... No.

Did she just say babe ?
Why does she have to be my girlfriend, the hell is wrong with my taste in the past.
You know, thinking about it now, Kate was never my taste. I remember the first time I saw her like it happened seconds ago. Today is the tenth January. The day she moved to our school and in my history class. But not yet at least.
What's funny is that I always hated the classic tropes yet my relationship with her wasn't different from the bad boy-good girl cliche everybody knows. Surprisingly, we really came to love each other endlessly. Or at least that's what I try to believe anyway...

"Are you ignoring me ??"
Her voice snaps me back to reality. Shit, she sounds annoyed and I don't even remember why.
I sigh, "who are you again ?"
"Rachel? Your fucking girlfriend ??"
Ah... Yeah I remember.
"You're acting weird."
No shit.

I swallow before saying. "Honestly, I'm not sure why you are angry and I'm sorry even though I don't remember, I don't even know what was in my head before, but since I'm not the same me from a couple of minutes ago because I just regressed in time. I'm not interested in bitch-like girlfriends anymore, if that's even a thing. So yeah we better breakup because I have to save the love of my damn life from dying thirteen years in the future and I need to be single to do that. Thank you."
Wait, wait, wait... WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!
Rachel stares at me in shock as if she was processing what I just said. I AM PROCESSING WHAT I JUST SAID.
I swear my mouth moved on its own, I didn't mean to say that