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Jack left breakfast without really saying much more to anyone else. Even he was usually more talkative than what he was that morning, but he was feeling somewhat sick so he let the thought slip his mind. His two classes for the day, advanced combatives and movement tactics weren't for a while, with combatives right before lunch and tacticts right after, so he had some time to himself. Feeling somewhat bored, he decided to just got for a run. While it wouldn't help his boredom at all, running seven or eight miles would at least give him something to do to pass the time before class.

Within twenty minutes, Jack found himself changed and at the track, roughly a quarter mile around. A quick stretch had him running, and he couldn't help but go over what had occurred at breakfast that morning. Contraband wasn't anything new at the academy, that was for sure. In his time there Jack had taken advantage of every bit of contraband he could get his hands on, so when this supply came in he'd certainly take a share. It was how he got his first taste of alcohol, a memory he treasured. Since he'd drank more than once. On every trip he's taken to Earth or to other stations he'd found a way to get some drink or smoke. The infantry guys were almost split down the middle as far as character types went. You had the 'no mistakes no nothing' type, and then you had the laid back, 'our career is going to kill us anyway, so we might as well' type. Jack ultimately found himself in the second group, though he did draw a line when it needed to be drawn. A crate full of chocolate and goodies wasn't anything to worry about.

The footsteps of an incoming runner brought him out of his head, and he turned to his left to see a girl running next to him. There weren't many people on the track, considering most were in class, but it was rare to have the track to yourself, so the fact that another runner was beside him was hardly surprising. It was something else. The girl, something about it. The way she moved, the way her athletic clothes seemed to fit tight to her like a second skin...something wasn't particularly right. The way her breasts, though certainly held firm in a sports bra, seemed to bounce, the power she exhibited from her legs...it was only when he noticed her glaring at him in confusion that he realized he had been staring at her. He quickly apologized and ran off the track towards the locker room. His stomach still had yet to rid itself of its feeling of sickness, so he figured he'd screw the run and just go lie down until class.

At first, Jack thought he would take his time in the shower, hoping that the hot water would help him feel a little better, but that wasn't the case. Not a few minutes after he was in there, a girl walked in, and once again, as before on the track, his eyes floated to her breasts, but this time he left before she even noticed his glances. As he walked by the bathroom he felt a sudden urge to vomit, and that he did, luckily into the toilets he just happened to be walking by. Mostly it was just dry heaves, considering he ate only enough to sustain himself. Wiping his moth, Jack got to his feet and walked out of the bathroom.

"Not feeling well?" The girl, just as naked as she was a few minutes ago in the shower, stood in front of him.

"Oh, no. With the shit they feed us I'm surprised anyone does," Jack smiled, and she laughed. He waved to her and walked out of the locker room and decided to head for the company bay. Usually when one vomited one felt better, but this wasn't the case. He felt just as nauseous as he did before. Not being the type to go to sick call, Jack figured he would just lay down for a while and be ready to go to class. With that thought in mind, he found his way back to the bay, undressed into just his underwear for comfort, and crawled into bed, planning on just riding this one out. His only thought was that he had been eating less than he usually did lately, and it was finally catching up to him, and that as a remedy he would eat more from then on, but for the time being he was just going to lie there and hoped the nausea went away.