Motion Sickness | Simon Petrikov x Reader

Chapter 3 | Spaced Out

Today was not a good day.

First of all, you woke up late. You rushed your shower, skipped breakfast, and threw together an outfit that probably didn't even match.

You forgot to put a cup under the coffee maker. You didn't realize this until you saw a puddle of coffee on the counter, dripping onto the floor. You groaned loudly to yourself, throwing an old towel on it before attempting to make your coffee again with a cup this time.

You quickly gathered your things, snapping a lid on your cup before running out the door. You were just glad that you were finally leaving.

That was until you got to your car, realizing your car keys were left inside your apartment. You cursed yourself under your breath as you ran back up the stairs, jiggling your apartment key back into the lock. You swiftly grabbed your car keys and ran back down the stairs, unlocking your vehicle. You threw your things into the passenger seat before driving a few miles per hour over the speed limit to get to work.

You stormed into your classroom, then to your office. You threw your bag down, and slammed your coffee onto your desk, making the lid pop off and fall to the ground. Your hair was an absolute disaster, your eyes looked tired, and your expression definitely showed that you did not have a good morning.

Poor Simon, who was standing awkwardly in the middle of your classroom, looked at you with a either a slightly terrified or concerned expression. You couldn't tell.

"Good... morning?" His inflection told you that he was definitely a tad bit scared of what your reaction to him would be like.

"Morning." You snapped back, slumping down into your chair.

Simon cautiously walked into your office, setting a paper bag down on your desk as if he was giving a treat to a feral animal. "I got you a doughnut..." he smiled nervously.

You smacked your face down onto the desk, dragging out a long groan from your throat.

He frowned, sitting across from you in a chair. "Rough morning?"

"Rough doesn't even begin to describe it." You looked up at him, slowly dragging your palm down your face.

He gave you a sympathetic expression, taking the doughnut out of your bag. He put it on a tissue, pushing it over to you. You took a bite out of it, sighing. It was a good doughnut.

"First, I woke up late. I slipped and fell on my ass in the shower. Then, I didn't even put my cup under the coffee maker so it spilled everywhere. I didn't have time to clean that, so I threw a towel on it before I made another coffee with the cup. I forgot my car keys and had to run back inside to get those before hitting almost every red light on the way here." You rambled, your voice getting more tense and grouchy as you continued.

Simon blinked twice before speaking, "Wow."

"Yeah." You zoned out as you squinted, sipping your now lukewarm coffee.

You couldn't care less at this point, you needed the caffeine and it wasn't going to come from the teacher's lounge. You already learned that the coffee there tasted like ass on your first day, hence why you didn't drink all of it and instead, swirled it around in the mug all day.

"I'm sorry you didn't have a good morning," Simon scratched his head.

"It's whatever. The doughnut is making up for the coffee part." You looked down at your coffee with disgust, having small flashbacks of your stupidity earlier with the coffee maker incident.

You both sat in awkward silence for a while as you ate the doughnut. After you finished, you rolled over to your computer and signed in. When your home view opened on your computer, you eyeballed the web search bar. Suddenly, the memories from last night's deep dive came rushing back to your brain.