FOUR

ignore the fact he looks so young and appreciate the fact he looks so damn hot.

Simon wondered why Connor had his shirt off as he stood on the coffee table in his friends apartment, and he wondered why Connor was shouting the lyrics to the song that was playing. Of course Simon found it highly amusing but he couldn't help but wonder exactly how much alcohol was in his system, maybe it was drugs in his system...maybe it was both?

Connor jumped down from the coffee table and made his way towards Simon, who was watching Connor like a hawk. Connor approaches and grins, a tooth-full grin, a rarity that Simon had only seen once or twice, and it was a beautiful sight. Connor throws his arm round Simon's shoulders and pulls the boys head closer.

"What the fuck are you doing? Join in you little bitch, get high or drink something, or fuck someone in one of the bedrooms down the hall, like c'mon man! Socialise!" Connor laughs, Simon could feel the heat of his breath on his neck and the smell of whiskey lingered in the air longer than it needed to.

"I am socialising, right now, with you," Simon replies.

"Don't come the smart arse with me, I might be full of alcohol and maybe some drugs- but mate, I'll all out wisdom," Connor says, tapping a finger against his temple.

"Sure thing man," Simon laughs and Connor laughs too.

"Get into that kitchen and find yourself a drink you ass, and I might have spoken to Diana earlier, she said she'd fuck you, just sayin'" Connor says, his smile still wide.

"Would it piss you off if I told you I didn't find Diana that interesting anymore?" Simon asks and Connor shrugs.

"Depends who else you've been thinking of fucking?" Connor mutters and Simon frowns.

"Maybe I just don't wanna have sex," Simon says and Connor laughs loudly.

"Everyone wants to have sex," Connor chuckles, "Anyway, get your ass in that kitchen and get yourself a drink,"

"Alright, alright, fuck me," Simon mutters.

"I just might," Connor laughs, winking at Simon as he pulls a disgusted face over his shoulder.

Simon pushes through the crowd, his hand touching places he'd rather not touch as he finally managed to get into the kitchen. He found himself staring at a countertop covered in alcohol, soft drinks and solo cups.

"Struggling to pick?" It was a girls voice, Simon recognised it, he looks round and is greeted by the red haired Diana Cooper that Connor had mentioned only moments ago.

"Yeah, yeah," Simon mutters, his finger running along the edge of the countertop.

"How about you to ip-dip-dog-shit," Diana suggests and Simon's eyebrows raise.

"Right, maybe not, but thanks," Simon says, he goes to turn away but a hand grabs his arm to stop him.

"Not so fast, handsome, a little birdie told me you're looking for some fun," Diana says, her eyes looking down towards his crotch and then back up to his eyes.

"I'm actually fine, thank you, I have to get back to-"

Her hand lets go of his arm, "Are you gay or something?"

"What? No," Simon says, "I just, I'm not interested anymore, alright?"

"Fuck you, you're ugly as shit anyway," Diana says, turning on her heels and walking away.

"Well, you royally fucked that,"

Simon rolls his eyes at the sound of the Irish twat standing across the room before heading for the front door.

Before he can get there Connor is in his way, pressing his back into the door and smirking at Simon, "You think I'm an idiot?"

"Get out of my way," Simon says and Connor's smile widens.

"C'mon Si, just chill, take a load off, smoke something, inhale something, hump something! Do as you fucking please," Connor says and Simon looks down at his feet and back up at Connor.

"Fuck sake," He mutters before looking into the other boys burning blue orbs, "I'll have a drink,"

"Good, hopefully this time no dick gagging whore will stop you," Connor says, leading the way to the kitchen.

He makes Simon a vodka and coke, with way too much vodka but Simon doesn't complain as he gulps back the foul liquid that burned his throat.

"Nice one, another?" Connor asks and Simon shrugs, so Connor makes him another anyway. As he does so, Simon studies the tattoos on show, mostly skulls and roses, a traditional style swallow on the left side of his neck. They suited him. A small, black cross was inked into the middle of his chest and a line drawing of a ladies face sat on the right hand side of the cross. A name on the other side of the cross that was apparently his grandmothers name, who had died when he was 9 in a car crash. He had a skull on his left hand and the word mischief was inked across the fingers of both of his hands, each finger owning its own individual letter. Simon liked his tattoos and Connor had caught him admiring them too many times for it to go unmentioned.

"You like them?" Connor asks, passing Simon his solo cup.

"They're nice," Simon says.

"Which ones your favourite?" Connor asks, he looks over his own tattoos and Simon shrugs.

"The bird, on your neck, or the blue rose and the skulls on your arm," Simon replies and Connor nods.

"Everyone says those ones, most people haven't seen the shite ones on my legs- you know, peoples names and shit," Connor says and Simon points to Connor's right arm.

"Death Before Dishonour, thats quite a nice one too," Simon says and Connor shrugs.

"Thanks, most of them are just my mates designs, things he wants to tattoo but no one will have, you get me?" Connor says and Simon nods.

"Don't you think you might regret them someday?" Simon asks and Connor shrugs again.

"Who cares? Life is now," Connor tells him and Simon nods, gulping back the remainder of the vodka and coke in his cup.

"That tastes like shit," Simon says, eyes squinting as the liquid burns his throat.

"Pussyhole," Connor laughs, he watches as Kian throws a girl over his shoulder and heads for one of the bedrooms, "Go on son!"

"Fuck off, wanker!" Kian calls, holding his middle finger up at Connor.

"Your friends seem to be getting laid, but why aren't you?" Simon asks once Kian is out of sight.

"Tonights not about that for me, tonights about getting some pussy for you, my friend!"

"I've told you a thousand times to drop this," Simon says, he was growing impatient with Connor.

"I'm trying to help you out here," Connor says as Simon rolls his eyes.

"You're embarrassing me, look at what happened with Diana," Simon says and Connor puts his hand on Simon's shoulder.

"Listen mate, theres loads of girls here just looking to get fucked, pick one and be done with it, you'll be over Chloe in no time,"

"Her name was Cleo," Simon says, and Connor shrugs.

"Cleo, Chloe, Courtney, same fuckin' difference, now go and get some bitches," Connor says, patting Simon's back.

"I don't want to get bitches," Simon says and Connor looks him in the eyes.

"Then get boys," Connor smiles and Simon gulps, he didn't even know what to say.

"I know you're interested in boys, like I said the other day, I've seen you eyeing them in the changing rooms,"

"I wasn't eyeing anyone," Simon tuts, "For your information, I was looking at you,"

Before Connor can speak another word Simon has shrugged off his hand and has left the apartment. Connor was left to himself, Simon was gone and Jack, Kian and Daniel were all off getting laid. Connor sees Diana holding a clear, plastic baggie in the air, the familiar white powder sitting inside.

"Oi, you," Connor says, walking forwards. Diana's eyes blow wide as Connor sits down opposite her, "Cut us a line,"

"Sure, Con, of course," She says, hurrying to section him a line of her cocaine.

She does so and he nods at her, he rolls up a five pound note and snorts the powder off the coffee table. His head falls back as the drug tingles his senses. His pupils widen and a soft breath escapes his lips, he was now in the zone.

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LATE NIGHT GANG GANG!!!

so this is a little different to my original writing but wattpad is a twat and i lost 600 words from the original chapter so i had to rewrite !!!!

there you have it.

more Connor being an annoying little shit and Simon appreciating that body & doing as he says. so Connor is pretty manipulative, but Simon is also out to prove that he's this 'secondary school badman' that he made out to be

anyway, i hope you enjoyed, and thank you for reading!

much love to the most Savage fam on Wattpad!

~lachys-loch
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