Dangerously » MINIMINTER

• Chapter Ten •

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Simon's snakey behavior hasn't changed in the past week. He kepy acting up, acting out, embarassing me in front of everyone and completely ignoring me. Something about him has changed and something was definitely not right.

There was one lesson left before the end of the school day as I walk to the common room, thankful that this was a free period.

As I tug open the sliding glass doors to the bright, open hall, I spot a messy clot of blonde hair sitting on one of the beanbags in the corner, scrolling through his phone, which we were allowed to use during times when we had no classes.

I cautiously take a seat right next to him and try my hardest to not make it obvious that I have the serious urge to talk to him, which I'm sure he noticed.

As he still oblivious to my presense, I decide to make it known by opening my mouth and saying something that I was holding in for the past week.

"So what? Are we just going to ignore what's been happening?" I ask, making my confusion and hurt crystal clear to him. His eyes don't tear apart from the screen as I wait for his answer.

It was as if he didn't hear me the first time as I say his name. His eyes proceed to be glued to the screen, ignoring me completely.

"Simon. Why are you ignoring me? What have I done? What's the fucking problem?!" I grow graduately tired of him shutting me out when finally, he mumbled something that's barely audible.

"You."

"What?" I question.

"You. You're the problem." He continues to pay attention to the phone screen and my hands itch to just take it from his grasp.

"How th-What the fuck Simon?" As I say that, he closes his eyes and stays silent, before opening them up once more and continuing to scroll through Twitter.

Finally, I've had enough. I swiftly reach my hand towards his and take the object from them, putting it down onto the chair beside me so I'm certain that it isn't in his arm's length.

"What the fuck?!" He exclaims at my actions.

"I should be asking you that! I just want to know why you've been like this!"

"Fine then!" He throws his hands up into the air and stands up. I mimick his actions and keep my face inches from his. "You want the truth? Here's the truth: you're just a distraction. Nothing but a little toy I play around with and distract myself from anything else!" 

I'm taken aback by what he's saying. I've been played with. He's been tugging at my strings by kissing me and opening up to me and then completely cutting off anything to do with me.

"I'm sorry, but I can't be around you anymore. What I did was wrong and I admit to that."

My mouth hands open as I listen to the words that come out of his. 

Silence overcomes this room as I'm at loss of what to say. How do I respond to something like that?

"I can't fall harder than I already have."

"And that's a problem?!" I ask with all the energy I have left in me.

I was nowhere near crying, but I'm sure that once it all sinks in, it'll hurt more than a mosquito.

"Yes! You don't know a single thing about me! You don't know the things that happened after I went hom-"

"Well then enlighten me! Tell me so I will know!"

"I'm a danger to you, Cara. I can't be around you. You aren't good for me." He lowers his voice as he speaks and his gaze goes down with it.

"And why's that?" 

Simon stays silent, clearly unprepared for such a question.

"What? Nothing to say to the person you've been using?" I want to carry on but I'm cut off by his voice.

"I don't want to be with you, and never will."

I bite my lip as I process what he just said to me. 

I nod and try my best to avoid his gaze, pushing any "what if" thoughts out of my head as I repeat his comment. At this moment, I feel as if a bullet was sent through my already empty heart. This is the point when my eyes begin to stip but I push out the tears. 

Don't show him that you're weak. Don't let him know. Don't show him that you care.

"I understand." I mumble as quiet as I can, but still loud enough for him to hear. 

Simon stands, his broad shoulders beginning to slump and decrease in size as he looks down to his feet, tugging at the sleeve of his all black hoodie, lifting it up.

Just before I exit out of the common room and find another place I can be alone in, I look at his figure, my eyes gazing down at his figure, but stop at his uncovered arm.

Bruises, scars, and fresh cuts fill his pale skin. 

This isn't my place to my ask him. It isn't my place to be his therapist, I tell myself. He doesn't want to be around me, so be it.