JimmyTheGerbil

Scott realised that he's been chewing on his bottom lip the whole time, it even started bleeding. With the taste of blood in his mouth, his breathing rapid and breaking up. His head pounds, sharp and heavy. The world's spinning uncontrollably and he wants to vomit. His legs shake violently - but he was alright. He had to be. Lifting his legs felt so hard to do, he starts to drag them across the ground. Was his body really giving up on him? Fuck no. Scott was trembling. He didn't know how much longer he could walk for before breaking down. "Hey Scott." Fuck. Fuck this shit. Dawn happened to be occupying a bench outside, she smiles at the

Scott's head was spinning. Why did he feel so sick? Sick of what, he did not know. What was this feeling? Anger, sadness, jealousy? Yep. That's the one. It explains his behaviour the past couple of days. But Scott refused to believe it. He grew up on a dirt farm - his origin along with his looks and attitude got him pretty lucky with the ladies from time to time. But why not her? "I heard they're going to the dance together." "Chloe told me she saw them talking in the library about what they're going to wear." "No! B was obviously asking her, right there and then." God, it made him sick. He groans in annoyance. It was all fu