Concussion •Miniminter•

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     Simon and I made it back to the hotel room as peacefully as we could so we wouldn't wake anyone, which was hard because I was dying to spill everything about him to Simon. I opened our hotel door to surprisingly see Jay awake with some oatmeal sitting on his bed with his laptop laminating his face. I looked at him funny.

     "And why did you pack oatmeal?" I asked pointing to it. Simon laughed.

     "Well good morning to you too. Why's Simon here? Please don't bring the dirty work here," Jay joked. I sighed and tried not to laugh. I walked over to Jay and easily took the oatmeal from him and put it on the kitchen counter.

     "What was that for!?" He questioned, "I don't want to get up!" I gave him a fake smile.

     "Exactly. We ARE NOT doing that. He came so he could see the pictures I've drawn and so I can explain who the ass was that we ran into when we went for a walk just now," I explained as Simon and I made our way to the little couch and placing our coffees on the table in front of us. Simon made himself comfortable and so did I.

     "What ass are you talking about?" Jay asked as he got up from his bed to get the oatmeal.

     "Jim," I bluntly answered. Jay stared at me.

     "What? The Jim? The stupid ass bitch Jim?" He clarified. I nodded as I had a sip of coffee.

     "Okay I want to know who this stupid ass bitch is," Simon said leaning back more on the couch, ready to listen; his morning blue eyes staring at mine, and in the back Jay's brown eyes alternating between his computer screen and me. I cleared my throat.

     "Okay, so this was a couple, I think three years ago, Jay was a Junior and I was a freshman at a different Uni than I'm at right now. I never mentioned this, but since my mum-"

     "Our mum," Jay tried to correct me. I mentally rolled my eyes.

     "-our mum was oh-so holy, I didn't want to be, and my dad didn't want to either. And since they passed, I was a rebel to that stuff. Well, I wasn't that bad, but no one was there to stop me, Jay didn't really care. Then, that's when Jim comes in the story. I had seen Jim always staring at me, but not at my face. I would wear things that I obviously wouldn't wear now. One time in class, he came up to me and made stupid ass comments about my body, it was ridiculous. Anyways, Jay and I went to this school party and everyone was drunk, so Jay and I also became drunk," Most of these memories I had forgotten, but since I saw Jim the memories all just hit me like a rock. "At some point during the night I was drunk on a different planet trying to stand on two feet when I ran into Jim, literally. He was holding a drink that didn't seemed to be drunken out of and he gave it to me. I drank it all and next thing I know I'm waking up on the floor with different clothes than what I was wearing when I got there," I paused to let the story sink into Simon. He was staring at the floor listening, and when I stopped talking he looked up at me.

"Fuck, this is one crazy story. Even worse than what I've seen!" he said to me.

"Oh but it doesn't end there! I made my way back to my dorm room and saw my door graffitied on. I was confused but didn't care at the moment because I had a major hangover so I took a nap for a while until I heard knocking at my door and it was Jay-"

"Not to mention the fact that you looked like shit," Jay blurted.

"Sush! I didn't ask for your input! Jay came in looking frantic and said that something horrible happened at the party; there was a video of me from the party, that I can't even explain it was so bad, but to sum it up I was literally a drunk porn hub. All of the Uni had seen that, and I didn't know what to do I was frozen. Jim had drugged me with the drink he was holding so I would do that shit that he recorded. It, was, horrible. We had to leave that Uni, so we did, but I think we would've gotten kicked out anyways. The last miserable day we were there, I punched Jim in the face and called him a 'horny fat ass cunt' and left. Jay dropped out of Uni after we left and we got a little flat together and I'm at the Uni I'm at now," I ended on a graceful tone. There was silence in the room until Simon spoke.

"Wow. Just, wow. I don't know what to say. So you don't even know if you're a virgin? Or if you've done anything like that?" Simon asked. I paused for a minute. He is right. I don't actually know, I thought.

"Yeah, I don't know," I trailed off, looking at the floor deep in thought. Simon grabbed his coffee cup.

"You have one fucked up life," Simon said as he took a sip.

"Tell me about it," I agreed.