A new arrival

After regaining my composure from the earlier incident. I went in the locker room to get my phone. 
Since our dodge ball game ended early, I had some time on my hands.
I sit down on the bench inside, get my phone from my backpack and check for any responses. "Let's see who I'm going clubbing tonight with."
First is a friend named Yanko.
You could say he was my first best friend. We met all the way back in kindergarten.
He was very knowledgeable about different subjects, a mature kid, with a strong sense of justice.
He would look out for me when I got in fights with other kids. A lot of my fights actually started because other kids would slander him. I couldn't accept anyone doing that to my buddy.
One such incident happened when ten boys tried to fight me all at once. Yanko helped me chase them off by assisting in throwing a ton of sand at them.
We liked to draw, sing, talk about our favorite cartoons, play and move a lot.
I even chose my previous school based on where he was going…Just so we could keep having fun together regularly.
Our friendship wasn’t the same in school, but we still kept in touch and would go out to take walks together from time to time. 
"And his reply is..."
"Seen”.
Next is Rado. He was like a tornado in human form. Chaotic, unpredictable and seeking someone to feed into his energy.
Initially we didn’t share the same interests but with time we developed a lot in common. This was thanks to the fact that we were both very willing to just walk around, explore and try new things.
We ended up using nature as our favorite playground. We explored different parks and the forest on the edge of town together.
We would build small dams on rivers. Make tree houses. Fight with sticks and swim in calm parts of the river.
An appreciation for the natural world grew in both of us.
One winter, when a lot of snow had piled up, we went sliding down a hill using large garbage bags.
Kept at it for two hours.
As we went down one final time, he strayed off corse and crashed into me.
In that moment I grabbed on to him and ended up sliding down the rest of the hill by using him as a sled.
We both screamed and laughed our asses off.
Then we tackled each other in the snow and giggled every time one of us was hit with a snowball.
That day I shared with Rado was special.
I don’t think I’ll ever laugh as hard in my life as I did that day.
“You were blocked by this user”.
Last was the friend I messaged on my first school day, Ivan. The one I used to ride a bike with all day…
“The message hasn't been seen yet...But he’s online right now”.
I proceed to get dressed in silence. Then I walk back to my class.
I see my friends chatting in the corner of the court and head towards them.
“My friends…huh”
“Aaggh”
My eye suddenly starts twitching uncontrollably. A bug starts crawling out of the corner, I can see it slowly creeping out from the side of my eye socket.
I instinctively place my hands on my eye.
As soon as I did that however...My head shivers. 
Centipedes start cramming and leaking ot of my ears, then my nose, and finally my mouth.
I collapse to my knees. 
Can't breath. 
*Cough* *Cough* *Cough* *Ghhha*
I frantically try to get the centepedes out of my mouth. 
*Thud* *Thud* *Thud* *Thud*
I felt a few slaps on my back and the bugs dissapeared.
All I see now...Is a bunch of spit on the floor.
I’m sweating. My heart's throbbing.
“Are you OK?? Did you choke on something?”
My vision cleared up a bit, I see the classmate who slapped my back looking at me with concern.
“Yeah, I think I’m a bit better.”
The rest of the class groups up around me to see what’s happening.
The boys helped me up and sat me on a bench.
My group stayed within arm's reach. They didn’t want to leave me alone after what happened.
After 10-15 minutes I felt my mind clear up, my pulse has normalized too.
“All good now!” I proclaim and stand up to stretch a bit.
“Be careful just in case, OK?” Said Pavel.
“Yeah...No problem.” I responded as I gaze down at the floor.
Our school bell rings, the class is over.
We all leave the school together. Our paths home intertwine, each person’s up to a different point.
As I walk behind my group, I reach out and tap Tsetso on the shoulder.
“What’s up?” he responds.
“Nothing. It’s just…I won’t be going to the club anytime soon. I think I’ve given up on the idea for now.”
“So sudden. You sure?” Tsetso responded with widened eyes.
“Positive”
One by one, our paths proceed to part.
Four months pass since that day. 
Its now Monday morning. Our first class of the day is History... That's Dikta's class.
She's a pain in the ass to deal with, so I try to not get her attention.
The problem with that plan today is... I'm late.
I enter the school in a fast pace. I go up two floors and finally I'm in front of the door.
Usually I would just enter, but Dikta has strict rules for whoever is late.
I knock three times. 
"Come in!"
"Excuse me. Sorry I'm late. May I join the class?"
"You can. But if your late again next time, I'll count it as an absence."
"I'll make sure I won't be". I say, trying to sound like I even care.
"Ah yes, you just missed his introduction. This is Val, he will be attenting regular classes from today onward. Make sure to get along."
Dikta points at the desk in front of her and I stare at the new boy.
"Hi. Welcome." I mutter while waving a bit.
"Thank you." He responds with a wide smile.
I sat on my desk and thought about that reaction of his.
Interesting fellow. His name sounds familiar, but I can't seem to remember why...My head hurts.
Whatever. Time to slop through another school day.