Your Tears Don't Fall

After breakfast we all just sat around talking some of them leaving to go get dressed and showered.

“Thank god!!!” Fuckface screeched as Syn, yay I learned his name, waltzed in he looked actually, rather fuckin’ hot.

“Where’d fuckface go?” I asked.

“Bathroom.” Syn said. I looked at his drink. Then everything around it. I began pouring salt, pepper, French vanilla into his little beer can.

“What are you doing?” Val asked.

“He fucked with my shower!” I growled. I took the creamer and added a tad.

“Its all over the sides he’s going to see.” Short stuff helped me. I nodded and tried wiping it out.

“Damn it.” I growled.

“Its not going to wipe out.” Short stuff said.

“He have any diseases?” I asked.

“Not that we know of. So no.” Val said. I nodded.

“Your not going to eat that shit are you?” They all said.

“Yeah I watched him drink he takes huge gulps.” I said. I shivered and got rid of the evidence and swiped the edge clean. I swallowed quickly the repulsive taste came right back up. I covered my mouth and put my head down. I swallowed the feeling of throwing up.