Simons POV
Shit.
No, that didn't happen.
I absolutely.
Refuse to believe.
That.
That.
Just happened.
She wanted...she wanted to be...my girlfriend?
Toby said it was to help my condition right? What was he even talking about?
I stormed up the stairs and slammed my door.
Was I suppose to act mad towards her now?
Hell, I met her less than an hour ago. This type of thing shouldn't be happening.
I pressed myself against the wall and let myself slide down.
I ran a hand through my hair and sighed.
I had dressed up because I wanted to just go out on a walk, and talk with her.
She seemed nice, but I had a feeling Toby wanted her.
Simon, you said you didn't want a girlfriend?
I changed my mind.
I didn't know her, but something about her...she flips my mood.
Her touch blazes my skin, and I can barely talk to her.
What the hell happened to Mr. Smooth?
You know, the dude that could get any girl?
Well, I guess he just shrieked, and ran away like the little girl he was, and now it was just me.
Still on the floor, I didn't move. I looked straight ahead, and thought about how utterly odd this last hour had been.
Someone knocked on my door.
It was soft, delicate even.
I stood up and cracked the door, to see (Y/N) there with her Nike bag in hand.
"I'm sorry Simo-" Without one thought, I grabbed her hand and yanked her in the room, then, I shut the door.
I thought she would screamed, or at least been scared, but I couldn't see one hint of fear in her eyes or her body.
It was all dead set determination.
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"I'm sorry..." She finished, and turned around. Her bag had flown onto the floor from me pulling her inside the room.
There was a pause.
"It's...it's okay, you just want to help..." I manage to say without looking at her.
"I just came to say goodbye...I decided it would be best for everyone if I left..." She murmured. She reached down to grab her bag, and I let her. "I don't know when I'll be back, Simon. I don't want to ruin you all."
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Love her, or leave. (Simon Minter x Reader)
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