Labels│simon minter / ashley marie surcombe

VII. "no promises"

simon when he did drunk Fifa lmaooooooo i love drunk simon more than anything

guys i cri bc only one person has asked questions on the q and a chapter :'(

+Simon+

"And a couple years after he took over, George got his army to destroy the city and claim it as his own," Miss Carter explains and points to a small dot on the map with her ruler. The students quickly took note of the history and patiently waited for her to continue. I look over Ashley's shoulder and memorize the words messily printed on her lined piece of paper, then proceed copy it down on my own.

"That's the end of the chapter, so make a summary in the form of a paragraph highlighting the most important parts of the chapter. Whatever you don't finish in class becomes homework."

I write random parts from the chapter and stuff my paper into a pocket of my binder, tucking it back into my backpack and rest it on my lap. I tap my fingers against my wooden desk, staring at the clock ticking away above Miss Karter's desk in anticipation for the bell to let us go. Once the bell cried out, I shoot up from my seat and push past the slow people to get out the door.

I wait for JJ by his locker and start towards him once I see him walking to me.

"Have you started the forfeit yet?" he questions as soon as we meet up.

"Relatively," I reply. "I've already begun." He nods in approval.

"Hey, I'm having a party tonight, so you'd better make it. I invited a bunch of hot girls, so that shouldn't be a problem."

"Stocked up on Red Bull?" He grins.

"Is that even a question?"

"Are your parents out on a special occasion or something?"

"Yeah, it's their anniversary. I think they're going to the city, and I forced Deji to go to a sleepover with his mates. Pretty surprised he has any, to be honest."

"When do they come back?"

"Not until Sunday, surely. I've got plenty of time to cover up my tracks before they come home. And Deji won't have a choice except to help me clean up the leftover shit."

I nod and we get into his car, turning on the radio. I guide him to my house, reminding him of every turn. He literally forgets how to get to my house every time we carpool.

"See you at 6, mate," he says and I wave before closing the door to his car. He speeds off as I open the front door of my house and I slip off my pair of Adidas shoes by the shoe rack.

"Simon, dear, is that you?"

"Yes, mum, I'm home."

"I bought mince pies, would you like one?"

"No, thank you, I'm good." I walk over to her and she smiles, ruffling my hair.

"What is it?"

"Can I go to a party tonight, mum?"

"Well, who's going to be there?"

"A bunch of my mates at school."