Concussion •Miniminter•

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     "So are you two dating? I mean- sorry if that was too far, but you two look cute together," The fan at the register asked as she pushed our drinks to us. Simon and I awkwardly looked at each other and looked back at her. Does she really think that?

     "Ah, no, we're not," Simon slightly chuckled. For some reason when he said that it made me feel kinda sad, but of course we're not. I went along with it.

     We thanked the girl for our drinks and walked out.

"So what's today, Thursday," Simon said stretching the "y" in Thursday and I agreed. "So that's means you're missing out on a week of Uni, right? And you're alright with that?" He asked me, taking a sip from his coffee.

     "I'm definitely alright with that. Just because I do stuff that's interests me there doesn't mean I like it there," I sighed, remembering that I was still thinking about leaving uni.

     "It sounds like me. Would rather do what I do now than be a shitty policeman," he commented.

     "I've actually thought about dropping out of uni like you," I finally sparked the courage to say. Simon seemed shocked.

     "Why would you want to?" How would you get a job and make money? What about football? I mean, don't take the sidemen influencing this far," He questioned, worried.

     "Yo yo, one question at a time; why? Because uni is a piece of shit that doesn't help me with what I want to learn, and my brother also dropped out and he's found things to to. How would I make money? My parents left a good amount of money for us and like I said my brother works, he does games and computer programming and etc. Me? I would pursue my work of photography and drawing, selling the art I've made and will make. I don't need some damn school to tell me what to do," I took a sip of my coffee, as did Simon, "For football? I don't think the team I'm on is for the school, so I'm good. And the Sidemen didn't influence me to think that," I finished off, chuckling.

"Wow. Well, if you got everything planned out I guess-" Simon got interrupted by a random guy stopping us in front of our tracks. I looked up and down him, and took a double take.

     It wasn't some random guy.

"Well well well would'ya look who it is. Bailey, Barnes." He dragged my name. I stared straight into his eyes, still frozen. Simon stared at us, confused. My shock soon turned into anger, remembering him. I gritted my teeth.

     "What the hell do you want?" I shot at him.

"Well, I thought I recognized you walking into the coffee shop, so I thought I'd make sure it was you, and I was right. I always missed the perky, slutty, mood of yourself at your old Uni," he slowly explained, smirking.

"Old uni my ass, bitch," I mumbled as I walked passed him, purposefully bumping into his shoulder, Simon following. The bitch gratefully didn't come follow us.

"Who. The fuc-" Simon started saying word by word but I interrupted.

"I'll explain when we get back- man what is he doing in freaking London! At 6 in the morning!" I yelled holding my hands up, steaming with anger. Simon stayed silent the rest of the way back as did I. I think I might've scared him by my sudden anger flash, but that guy really pissed me off at my old Uni.