Dangerously » MINIMINTER

• Chapter Seventeen •

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* JOSH = CHIP (you'll understand when it comes in the story)

"I'm already hating this." I groan as soon as I step inside Chris' house, or what I hoped was anyway. I look to Harry, who's arm I was clinging on to and planning to do for the whole night. He was physically right beside me but his mind seemed to drift off someplace else.

"Looking for Christopher?" I ask, snapping his out his thoughts. He looks down and blushes - I've cracked the code. I smile at his reaction, not being able to contain the feeling of true happiness. "I've always shipped you two together, ya know?" I tell him. "The way he runs along the pitch to you, his butt gracefully swinging side to side as he makes his way-"

"That's enough." Harry stops me and laughs, probably imagining the image in his head. "Anyway, I think I might go scavenge for him right now so you have fun with the rest of the lot, bye!"

"See you soon, lover boy. And don't forget to wear a condom!" I yell through the house, making him show a shushing gesture as he walks off to find Chris.

"He so has condoms stacked in his pocket," Josh snorts and crosses his arms as he walks over.

"So true," I agree as we make our way to the living room.

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I was with Tobi and Josh when someone unexpectedly pulled me over to the side. I yelped in surprise but was ignored by the rest as the music was blocking out most of the outside noise.

I looked up to spot Harry holding onto my forearm and unlocking his phone and soon shoving it in my face with no explanation.

I furrow my eyebrows and take a closer
look at the picture. The haziness in my eyes fades from the bright screen as I try and focus on the photo, only to find a faint image of Kirsty and what seemed like another guy. He didn't resemble Josh in the slightest bit, no petite figure and no sign of the bleached ends. I close my eyes and pinch my the bridge of my nose. I swear I've seen him aroun-

"I'm sending this to everyone." Harry snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Harry don't you dare!" I try and snatch the phone out of his hands but it was to no use. He shot his hand up into the sky so I couldn't reach as I gave up after several tries of trying to get it. "Harry seriously, please don't." I beg as I watch him open the Year 11, 12, and 13 whatsapp group. He opens the photo and hovers his finger over the 'send' button.

"Why not?" He furrows his eyebrows.

"He should find out himself." I protest.

"And this is how he's gonna," he states and pressed the button.

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SIMON

I wake up the next morning, my phone vibrating without any interruptions.
The first thing I notice when I unlock my phone is the whatsapp group buzzing, seeing mentions of my name glimpsing here and there.

"What is this.." I ask myself as I rub my eyes and forehead and roll onto my back. I look through the messages and there are hundreds of messages -close to one thousand - including photos and quotes. I spot the first photo, that being Harry getting close to.. Chris?!

A photo of Chis and Harry making out was plastered across my screen. I stared at it as I tried to gather my thoughts.

Gayboy getting it on.. I wondered to myself.

I continue reading when something grabs my attention.

Kirsty and WHO?

Haven't you seen the photo Harry sent?

OMGOMGOMG WHAT ABOUT SIMON!???!?!

simon needs to this rn

someone spam him

I look through the messages and the more I see, the more enraged I get. I spot the photo and instantly delete it from my camera roll. My knuckles turn white from holding onto my phone so hard. The worst part is isn't the fact that Kirsty cheated, it's the fact that Cara was right.

I begin to type.

"Kirsty and I are no longer together."

As soon as I send the message, my blood stops rushing as hard and the weight on my shoulders slowly begins to disappear.

My phone buzzes as I see a message pop up.

Kirsty 💖 has sent you a message.

excuse me???

you heard me and read the message. good bye.

we're not over.
i still love you.

I wait to respond, not knowing how to.

tough shit.