Nauseated (verb): to feel extreme disgust;
Why did she agree to this?
She was panting heavily as she attempted to keep up with her zealous running partner. Well, "keep up" was a laughable understatement, the white-haired boy was easily a mile ahead of her and quickly putting distance between them.
Why did he make it look so easy?
The wind slapped at her face as her burning feet tried their best to carry her forward, cooling her red, sweaty face. Every muscle screamed for her to stop, what was she trying to prove? She wasn't cut out for this so why even try?
"Hey, Fuktusu, did you wanna stop for a second? You look like you need some water." He offered her a cold water bottle. When had the hazel(?)-eyed boy come back for her?
Fuktusu didn't need to be asked twice. She over-eagerly snatched the bottle from his hand and threw the cap into the distance before chugging down the liquid gratefully.
The athletic boy chuckled lightly. "You should probably slow down on that water, it could make you –," His warning was cut off by the horrible retching sounds coming from the now nauseated girl.
"Sick to the extreme," the boy finished lamely.
Poor Fuktusu was slumped over with her hands on her knees emptying the contents of her stomach upon the green, freshly mowed lawn of an unknown neighbor. Her friend looked on in silent helplessness.
"Ryohei," the girl croaked after a moment of reprisal from her retching, "I don't think this was such a good idea." The girl began to retch once more before she could say anything else.
The boy rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he continued to watch his friend. Maybe she was right.
The girl groaned pitifully.
Why did she agree to this?
Sicken