Hello again! I actually am posting a chapter tonight! Who knew? Anyways, I want to explain why I switched the rating to T. Well, there is a fair amount of swearing in this story. I already said in the summary that there will be no sex or sexual topics, but I want to make sure that is clear. Anyways, this chapter is slightly shorter, sowwie. My head hurts tonight, and surprisingly it makes it really hard to type when your head hurts. So yeah, here's the chapter!
I awoke the next day with the worst headache that I've had in a while. But I was really paying attention to that. I wanted to forget the fight I had with Nina, but it was hard. The way her eyes seemed to spark with anger made me want to cry. I tried not to dwell on the fact that Rain was my only friend left, but it seemed that my mind was in the mood to dwell. I tried to ignore the fact that Rain would probably side with Nina, but my mind wanted me to worry. Head throbbing, I got into the shower. I normally wouldn't be showering when I have a headache, because when I do, the pain doubles. But today was different. I felt... Different. Alone was a better word to describe it. There was an emptiness that wasn't there two days ago, and I guessed the fight made it happen. When I got out of the shower, my head was pounding and my mind was buzzing. Did I really want to fight with Nina like that? Great, now here come the remorse. I felt immensely guilty, but I wasn't going to go apologize. She was the one who started it, ruining my chances with Jordan...
But did I really have a chance with Jordan?
Rubbing my head with my palm, I quickly got dressed. My head was hurting loads more now that I was out of the shower. It goes away when I'm in the shower, but then doubles when I get out. I went to the kitchen, and looked at the time. It was only ten o'clock. I just quickly made myself cereal, and then ran out the door. I entered Jordan's apartment, and saw him eating.
"Hey." He said.
"Hey." I said, my voice slightly hoarse. He turned his attention back to his phone, and I saw him watching a video. I sat down, and tried to ignore the throbbing pain in my left temple. When he had finished eating, he suggested that we play Call of Duty. I agreed, wanting to distract myself. So we played. For three hours straight. at around one I started getting hungry, and Jordan suggested that we go out for lunch. My head hurt twice as bad, but I agreed. So we left, and ate at a Pho Royal. It was good, and I liked my Vietnamese Noodle Soup. My head still hurt as we went back to his apartment. When we were in the elevator, my head was killing me. I tried massaging it with my fingers, but it didn't work.
Why would anything want to work for me?
We got back to Jordan's apartment, and we played Call of Duty again. I kept winning, and Jordan kept getting angry. I couldn't really focus, as my head was murdering me. We were playing on Nuketown, one of my favorite courses, when I suddenly began to feel woozy. My head spun uncomfortable, and the screen of Jordan's TV was coming in and out of focus. I began to feel dizzy, and I tried to focus. It was so hot... Uncomfortably hot... I longed for the coolness of my closed eyelids... for the bad feeling in the back of my throat to just go away...
I didn't realize the round ended. My stomach was churning and my head was pounding. Everything seemed to flash, and I felt Jordan shake me. I shook myself out of my stupor, and numbly asked:
"Are we playing again?"
"We're playing until I beat you, Kris." Came Jordan's beautiful voice. I didn't have the energy to make a retort, so I hit the play again button. I couldn't focus again, and I just felt so horrible. My stomach rolled when Jordan''s screen turned. It made me nauseous to watch. I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second, and reopened them. I was still very dizzy, but the world didn't seem to be spinning quite as fast. Jordan's screen turned so he could shoot someone, and my stomach rolled again. My palms began to sweat, and I knew where this was leading. My mouth was salivating, and I tried to focus on the game and not on the feeling in my throat. Jordan turned again, and my stomach rolled again. And again... and again...
I stood up, knowing what was going to happen. Jordan looked at me, confused. I needed to run out of his apartment, because he wasn't seeing me throw up...
I made to run, but I stumbled. A pair of arms caught me, and I felt the feeling in my throat get worse. I needed to get away from here. I was not going to embarrass myself by throwing up in front of him... He was the only person I really liked...
Suddenly, darkness consumed me, and I heard Jordan shouting my name as my consciousness evaded me.
Ooh, cliffhangers! I hate them, but I enjoy making other people have to deal with them. Yeah, I know, I'm a jerk.
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