Tiny Terror

Notte World

  "Jace, Mia, I'm excited!" Vasco beamed while nearly bouncing from the amount of joy he was experiencing. There was a giant, polka dot bow on his head, and he was wearing the school-issued winter uniform. Jace was blushing with embarrassment while looking at the ground since a matching giant bow was on his head that was blue while Vasco's was red.

  "....Um....yeah." Jace mumbled while taking pictures of Vasco as he was waving his hands with excitement. Because we were at Notte World with the school, we all had to wear school-issued uniforms. Jace was wearing the summer uniform, and I said 'fuck it' and wore the Architecture Department coveralls to avoid having to wear a skirt and shaving my legs. Thankfully, I had been saved the fate of the giant bows and instead got stuck with fox ears.

  "First time I've worn my uniform since starting school. Take lots of pictures."

  "....Okay." Oh, poor Jace. So embarrassed. "But those are winter uniforms, Vasco."

  "Shame on you!" The freshman who followed Vasco around a lot kicked him out of nowhere. "Come on! You little sissy. Psh! Get real, kid!" He continued shouting at Vasco while keeping his hands stuffed into his pockets while Vasco just looked at him. Sighing, I grabbed the back of his shirt and forced him to his knees before pushing his head down toward the ground.

  "Have some respect, kid. People are allowed to have fun."

  "Ah, Mia! You didn't have to go that far!" Vasco had this shocked expression on his face while raising his hands. "It's okay!"

  "....Fine." I then let the freshman go. "So what's next?

  "Disco Pow Pow!" And the big guy's face lit up again. But not long after we even got on, Vasco was looking sick as he barely hung onto the spinning ride. "....Ooh....ughh...." He groaned.

  "What's wrong?" I questioned, and Jace had to answer.

  "Vasco's motion sick."

  "What?!" I furrowed my brows and was about to ask why he'd want to get on this ride then, but it occurred to me that Vasco probably just wanted to have fun no matter what. When the ride was over, the big guy staggered off, bumping into a larger boy before barfing all over the ground. ....Well, then.

  "Are you okay, Seonong?"

  "What the Hell did he do?"

  "Ugh!"

  "His clothes got splattered." Other students from another school were going off, watching as Vasco just lost his lunch on the concrete.

  "I'm sorry." Vasco weakly raised his head. "I was dizzy. I'm sorry."

  "You should have said something about being motion sick, dork." I said lowly while rubbing his back.

  "Seonong!"

  "Punk! I wanna bust his melon."

  "I apologize. I'm sorry." Vasco continued.

  "Punk!" The guy Vasco had bumped finally spoke up since he was no longer in his frozen state of shock. "You messing with me? Get at me!" He gave a menacing glare. "Huh? What are you gonna do about this?" The guy started bumping his fist against Vasco's chest, and I was about to step in, but Vasco raised his hand to keep me out of it. "Cough up the cleaning fee. You know how much this is?" And he started hitting his fist harder.

  "I'm sorry. I'm ashamed. I'll....do my best to....repay you."

  "Hey, hey, take it easy. He could die with one shot."

  "It's 37 degrees. He's wearing winter clothes. He seems a bit soft." Two guys popped off.

  "Pay it back?! ROFLMAO. Pay up, $10,000! Cough it up."