Mugiwara High (One Piece WA 2017)

27. Logophile & Nemesism

Logophile~ (n)a lover of words

Nemesism~ (n)frustration, anger, or aggression, towards oneself or ones way of living

Sanj pov

                   "So that's it? You don't even regret it." I scoffed. I wanted nothing more than to twist Gin's broken arm behind his head until it popped out the socket, but I just clinched my hand together. If they were set free, no doubt, Gin would be face down in the carpet.

                   He rolled his eyes, like he did after each of my questions. As if, I was the one who was in the wrong. It was like almost raping me was chore that had to be done. "Why would I regret it? If I didn't want to do it I wouldn't have."

                  "Your sick." I hissed, standing to my feet. It was as if fire was running through my veins instead of blood. Of the last hour, he keep sliding in comments like you should have just relaxed, there was no way you didn't like any of it, or my personal favorite guys can't even be raped. "We were best friends why did you attack me like that?"

                 "Attack you? Tch, as if. It's not like your not a queer too."

                 "I'M NOT A QUEER! I'M NOT EVEN GAY!"

                 "Then why are you with Zoro?" Gin snapped, standing to my height, with his crutch. All I wanted to do was shove him over so he would have to stay on the ground until his parents came home. Broken arm and leg aren't a good combo.

                 "Okay?" I shouted before throwing  my hands up in the air. You don't have to be GAY to like boys if your a guy. There all different types of sexualities, and I personally think it's to much work to try an find a label that fits myself. "He's the only guys I've ever deemed attractive expect a celebrity, and everyone has a same-sex celeb crush."

               "If he fucked you, you wouldn't cry rape."

              "That would never happen because HE would respect my decision of 'no'! You want to know why? Because he cares about me, yeah, he may not be the best at showing it." I yelled as my shaky hand gripped at my hair. Zoro cared about me. Cared, past tense. Does he still care?

              "Yeah, well that boyfriend of yours got me good. He even called one of those cross-dressers to come fell me up."

              Gin scoffed as he thre himself back down onto the old sofa before throwing he feet up in the coffee table. "At least I was your friend for a while."

              "No." I whispered as my head shook. There were just to many things going on. There wasn't a word I knew that could describe how I was feeling which made me nauseous. Communication, unneeded to communicate with someone what I was feeling, but who? There was no one close enough. "No, you were never my friend, your sick."

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               Ignoring the irritation, my reddened eyes continued to flow rapidly over the bright screen. I needed a way to describe my situation. A way to coke to terms. My foot tapped anxiously away on the carpeted floor.

             "No, no, no, NO!" These were all wrong. I was familiar with a all these words from various languages. What I wasn't familiar with was this feeling.

Yes, I'm a logophile. A person with a deep love for words. However, it was to the point of obsession. My lip was already bitten raw as I my stress levels exploded. No attention was given to my cellphone as it vibrated dramatically against the desk. Whatever it was, it could wait.