Alright, got nowhere else to post this, so here goes
>be 15
>in school, crushing on a 9/10 with a+ rack
>go up to her
>'hey'
>'hey'
>'arent we meant to be doing that maths test now? the one we missed?'
>'oh yeah! thanks for reminding me. how come you didnt do it?'
>'i was a little sick that day, didn't come to school'
>i was a little sick
>WAS
>implying i wasnt still sick as fuck that day, coughing every now and then
>go with her, idle chit chat
>conscious of coughing, try to hold it every time
>besides that i was feeling pretty good, she seemed into me
>outside maths room
>'good luck'
>'y-you too'
>i sit down, table in front of her
>teacher starts timer, we have one hour, walks off
>after about 10 mins
>'pssst'
>?
>'i cant do question 5, could you help me out?'
>im nearly finished, test is easy as fuck, bitch i KNOW i can help you out
>'all you h-
>HHHHHHHHHHHHNNNNNNNNNG KUUHHFF, KUFF
>begin talking, coughing fit out of fucking nowhere
>splurting and shit, wheezing, she looks scared
>'are you okay?!'
>try to laugh it off makes it worse
>splurt ball of mucus on her paper
>that face. that fucking face she gave me
>'im sor-
>need to stfu, talking makes it 10x worse
>coughing is loud and 'snorty', makes my throat feel weird
>coughing makes me feel sick
>sick
>turn around just in time to avoid her table
>pool of thick vomit forms on table from my mouth
>gets on clothes, face
>coughing stopped after vomiting
>turn around with red eyes, vomit on corner of mouth
>'just take the second fraction, flip it upside down and multiply like normal'
>her mouth is gaping wide enough to fit two pineapples down her throat
i think i failed the test, too.