Nauseous - Skephalo

N E W F R I E N D S ? - C H A P T E R FOUR

TW: Self-degradtion

~~~ZAK'S POV~~~

I finally arrive at school, exhausted. I sit on the steps leading to the entrance for a minute catching my breath. I groan a bit as I stand up, the action making my bruises hurt more. My bruises had been hurting all day, especially when I walked to school. I make my way up the steps and into the school, sighing as I begin to feel nauseous. I briskly walk to the bathroom and duck into a stall, locking it. I turn around towards the toliet and kneel down low enough to be able to throw up in the toliet. I then throw up in the toliet. I stand up and unlock the stall, making my way over to the sink. I quickly clean my face off, and walk out of the bathroom as the warning bell rings. I begin to half-run down the hallway, the action making my bruises hurt more. I walk into class and a second later, the tardy bell rings. I casually walk over to my seat, acting as if I wasn't just almost tardy, and sit down, waiting for attendance to be taken.

Timeskip to lunch-

I go through the lunch line, waiting for it to be my turn to get food.

'Why are you even in line? You're too fat to eat.'

'I know, but if I don't get food they'll probably call my parents.'

I walk forwards, it finally being my turn to get food. I internally frown at the sight of the food, but I grab a chicken wrap, an apple and a water anyways. After paying for my food,I look around the cafeteria for an empty table and I find one. I walk over to it and sit down, hoping no one sits down with me. I poke and prod at my food, not wanting to eat it at all. I sip my water and, out of the corner of my eye, see two guys walking over to me. 

'Surely they're just passing by, right?'

Nope. They sit across from me. I look up, getting a better look at them. One had brown hair and brown eyes and the other had brown hair and green eyes. They both wore glasses.

"Er, hey man, you looked kinda lonely so we came over here," The one with brown hair and brown eyes says. He had a pretty thick French accent.

"Um, are you okay? You're pale and have bags under your eyes," The one with brown hair and green eyes asks, a hint of worry in his voice .

"Y-Yep. Just fine," I reply, grumbling a bit. My voice was still scratchy, because I was still sick.

"Okay... Anyways, my name is Darryl, and this is Vincent. What's yours?" The green eyed one says, gesturing to himself and the brown eyed one when saying the names.

"Z-Zak," I grumble, just wanting them to go away.

"Hi Zak... nice... to meet you," Vincent say, taking a bite out of an orange.

"Yes, nice to meet you, Zak," Darryl piped in. I sit there in silence, playing wih my food.

"Um... how was your day?" Darryl asks, obviously directing the question towards me.

"I-It was just fine," I spat.

"I don't get why you're being so rude. Do you not like us being here or something?" Vincent asks.

"N-No, I don't like you being here," I say, looking them dead in the eyes.

"Too bad! We're here anyways!" Darryl says, looking me in the eyes. I grumble at his response. We sit there in awkward silence for a while, until Vincent spoke up.

"What're your guys' next class?"

"Math," Darryl replies.

"E-ELA," I grumble. I've always hated ELA, and this year's teacher didn't help. He was so strict and mean, not letting anything fly.