Fixing Her ⇉ Simon Minter [2]

FOURTEEN

Going on a spam of updating since I've finished this book!

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Vik and Josh sat in front of me in the kitchen, Josh holding a wet cloth against the cut on my forehead.

"It isn't that deep, but it isn't a small cut either," JJ commentated from the other side of the room as he jumped off his own chair and walked over.

"Well done, genius," I hissed, and he laughed, clapping a hand against my shoulder.

"You should probably go see someone about the cut, can never be too sure," said Josh as he drew away the cloth, dipped it cold water and reapplied it to my cut.

I nodded with a sigh and tried to look up at JJ.

"Why couldn't you come and get me? No offence to Josh or anything but why didn't Vik ask for you either?"

JJ couldn't stop the guilty look in his eyes as he tried to avoid looking at me.

"I was with Simon, he wanted to come, and I was given the task of stopping him," he muttered, casting a glare at Vik.

"Well I'm glad someone sensible came to get me," I joked. Josh chuckled next to me and JJ smiled, his eyes lighting up.

"You should've seen the whirlwind that was Vik! He was going crazy, ordering us around," laughed JJ, Vik pouting at the older boy.

"I mean, I think we saw the devil himself," joined Josh, JJ doubling over. Vik couldn't help the small giggle coming from his mouth as he walked over to us. The three of us kept joking and laughing until I eventually felt tired.

"I'm going to head to bed," I managed to get out through a series of yawns, the boys raising their eyebrows in amusement.

I pulled away from Josh, the wet cloth having gone warm a while ago, and paddled out of the kitchen over to my new room.

I couldn't help frowning as I thought back on the day. Simon had been a prick once more, Harry didn't even want to try and save our friendship and I'd cut my forehead open. How much fucking worse could this day get?

"Rose!"

My head snapped from the floor to the stairs and I couldn't help the groan come from my throat as I watched Simon rush down the stairs.

"You're okay!" he gasped, throwing his arms out towards me. You had better believe I side-stepped that shit to the point that Sebastian from The Little Mermaid would be proud.

"Leave me alone," I muttered as I walked past Simon, the blond staring after me with confusion.

"What's wrong?" I heard Simon ask. I turned towards him with so much anger in my eyes, I'm pretty sure I was the devil in this household.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is you! You're an absolute dickhead and I just hate you!" I cried, anger taking over me. Truthfully, I didn't realise how angry I was until it all came out.

Simon couldn't even get a word in before I was off again, the other now walking out into the open space, Vik visibly ready to launch himself at Simon by what I could see.

"You have fucking ignored me because we kissed once! You kissed me, and I told you no! Then, I get a boyfriend and suddenly you stop talking to me? You are a petty and childish prick!"

Simon just stared at me as tears poured down my cheeks and I yelled. I looked a mess, what with the mix of blood and tears?

The boys near the kitchen all looked sad for me and it sent my stomach churning.

"Fuck off! All of you!" I yelled. I didn't think before running across the room and swinging the door open and racing outside.

I kept running even after I heard Simon yelling my name. I kept running even after I heard Vik screaming at Simon. I kept running even after I heard nothing. I kept running even after my chest began to burn and legs began to shake.

I finally slowed to a stop outside of a dimly lit shop somewhere in the streets on London near the house.

I didn't know what to do. Here I was again, somewhere in London and lost.

Deciding there was nothing else I could do, I grabbed my phone from my hoodie pocket and dialled Dan in hopes he'd allow me to go to his house.

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