Slice ng Life

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Jet's POV:

Complete shock and surprise. Two feelings that's overwhelmingly embracing me at the moment. My mind can't even process what's happening. With widened eyes, seriously, my body and mind froze. Maintaining this any longer would definitely kill me. I'm not even sure if I' am breathing.

By impulse, I pushed this guy in front of me. He laid down on the bench while I turned my back at him.

"Huhhhh...huhhhh." Standing here, I'm trying my best to catch my breath and maintain my consciousness. Still, my mind can't really process what just happened. My head's a mess; my heart beat's racing; and my breath is just so deep.

Summoning whatever strength is left in me, I tried to make it to my room. Once there, I immediately went to my washroom and held on to the sink.

"Huhhhh...huhhhh." My breathing is just getting heavier. That heart beat's rising more. Heat, I feel so much heat in my face, my ears, and my nape. I'm feeling this tremendous heat all over my head.

Looking at my self, my face is so red. I'm more red than a tomato. This is not your ordinary blushing of being bashful or warm. Medical hyperemia won't even suffice to describe my condition for the time being.

With my shaking hands, I touched my warm lips.

"Kiss...I just got kissed..." I told my reflection.

"Richard kissed me..."

The scene started flashing in my mind. My brain finally regained its function after a moment of being in complete shock. I sat on my toilet and tried to think things through.

"I just got kissed? What the..."

"SHOOT!" I yelled.

Placing my hand on my head, my mind is getting flooded with all the thoughts that act could possibly trigger. There is nervousness, apprehension, anxiety, even guilt.

"It's just a kiss..."

"NO! It's not just a kiss!" "How could you!"

It's actually not. That drunk person just took my first ever kiss. Yes, that was my first. That being my first time makes all these thinking and apprehension worse. And I never thought of giving it to someone in this moment of my life. All the more not to a drunk dude. I was completely taken off guard.

"Exactly! The guy's DRUNK!"

"But still...SHOOT!"

My emotions are running high. I'm starting to feel so anxious. It's like there is this big pressure that's exerting its force on me.

"CRAP!!!"

After yelling that, I began inhaling and exhaling deeply, "Okay...Okay..."

I should process this as logical and reasonable as possible. Yes, I should be reasonable and keep my cool on this matter.

First, Richard's drunk. "Yes. He's drunk." And when someone's under the influence, they don't really know what they're doing. "Yes. He does not know wha..."

"But they could also be more honest..."

I slapped my face, "SHOOT!"

These double-edged scenarios that I'm thinking of are definitely not helping. I should maintain my focus on the logical weight of the matter. "Yes. Logical. Let's be reasonable Jet. Remember, you're a science major grad and now a med student."

So, he's drunk, he doesn't know what he's doing, and I'm pretty sure that he'd have no recollection of this tomorrow. "Right...he won't even remember this tomorrow..."