Vincent

Two - Japonica

What the hell is happening to me?

I locked the door of the cubicle and stared at the wall in front of me.

I want to throw up. I really do. I can't take my stomach anymore.

Those images kept on replaying on my mind. I closed my eyes as tight as possible and tried to forget what I just watched. I felt the bile coming up from my stomach to my esophagus. It didn't take long for it to reach my mouth. I tasted the bitterness of the bile so I threw up.

"Urgh! Uh... Ur..gg..ha..uh!"

My head's spinning. Tears rolled from eyes to my cheeks. I stared at my crotch.

It's up.

I threw up again until who knows when.

...

Lunch time.

"Hey Vincent! How you doin'?" Emmanuel said as he sat in front of me. A brunette and hazel-eyed boy. He's tall, probably my height.

"You never grow tired of your headphones, do you?" Jason. He sat on my table. A brunette too, but blue-eyed. Shorter than Emmanuel. Probably Sandy's height? I dunno.

I wanted to ignore them but I couldn't. They're the ones who always helped me when I was injured in playing basketball during PE class.

"What do you want?"

"Nothing. Just killing time. Hehe!" Emmanuel.

"Where are the three guys?" Jason looked around. "Not here?"

"They're buying their lunch in the canteen 'cause they didn't bring any." I said nonchalantly.

"Oh..." Both of them said at the same time.

"Anyway!" Emmanuel began as he leaned towards my table. He talked in a soft voice. "Did you already watched that video?"

"What video?" Uninterested.

His expression changed. "Huh? You don't know?"

My brows furrowed.

He looked at Jason. Jason looked back at him. They looked at me.

Jason, in a plaintive voice, "Seriously?"

I slowly shook my head.