Wiggle for me, Senpai

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Suisidal jhon runs a hand through my combed hair, frowning. "That bastard," he said. "Should have left you sooner." I am used to Peewee's jealousy, and so I do not question it. What once may have been a scowl turns into a sad grin. "It isn't like that," I tell him, shaking my head. He runs another shaky hand into my hair, trembling with —not fear—but jealousy. Anger. "No, no, he brainwashed you," he pressed. "He doesn't love you. I saw him with that nurse, after you guys split. I was on the job." I sigh, remembering Jhon was a nurse now. I was happy for him, but also upset since it meant he had to go to work later. A spark of fluttery jealousy plummets down my chest, speared like a pig by another, richer, deeper feeling of sadness. "He's with another man?" I ask sadly. Jhon nodded, looking almost elated. "Yes. They were kissing each other and whispering in each other's ear." I almost gagged. Already moving on? My heart plummeted, and I almost sobbed in incomprehensible crashing pain. I feel another crash—lips hitting mine, smothering my sadness, swallowing it. I feel luster spike in my chest but refuse, jumping back, though he tries to keep a grasp on me. His hands found my waist, urging. "You know you want it," he said, pulling me closer.
"Stop!" I yell, pushing him away. He pouts, his lips drooping. Soon after, he sneers slightly, angered. "Still have feelings, little lover boy? A shame." I shook my head. "Stop," I warned, walking backwards, away from Jhon. "I'm leaving, jhon. This can't happen, bye." Jhon grabbed my arm before I could scurry away, and I grunted, annoyed. "I can twerk better than him," he reminded. We all knew who he was. "No, you can't." I swallow the lie, willing myself to believe it as truth. "He's just as good as you!" My voice goes hoarse with emotion, and Jhon sneers, but it melts into a dejected sigh. He places his hands in his lap, settling for a chair at the end of his room, giving me space. I am slightly surprised but don't say anything. "I should have guessed as much," he admits, biting his lip, the dread clear in his eyes. I want, so badly, to sympathize with him, but I simply can't. "I'm sorry. It's just...I've lost you, you know?" His sigh grows, suffering etched clearly in his face. "It's my fault." I shake my head, although I don't forgive him. I'll never forgive him, I suppose. No. maybe I might. Maybe not.

"It's your fault, Jhon, but it's not so bad." I try to smile, to offer a connection between ourselves. He smiles so slightly, but it's so fake I almost burst into tears. "I'm gonna...," he murmurs, smiling sadly. "Go. I'm gonna snap, and it won't be pretty." I hesitate, asking if he's okay. He pulls a hand up to my nose so fast I see stars. "Go! Go! Do not you heed my warning?" I run from his room, pulling open his door with great force, slamming it behind me as I surface into the chilly air, which hits me like a slap to the face. I run, my breath heaving, my legs burning. But I run and run, and I start to hear the earth settle. Just when I relax, sitting on a park bench, regaining my breath, slightly wheezing, I hear a siren. Just a police car, I tell myself, though I do not believe it. "I TOLD YOU TO GO!" A husky voice roars, and I hear a huge slam. It jolts through me, vibrating my bones and sending a sharp pain through my ears. "Ah!" I scream, turning to run. A blast of fire hits me, scorching my shoulder. The fabric in that area burns and bubbles, but my flesh is untouched. Breathing a silent sigh of relief, I continue.  "Jhon?" I yell, huffing. "WILBERTO?" I don't know who it is. I don't know who to trust. I just keep running, trusting my feet,