THREE

Simon glanced at the clock, he knew it was nearly the end of his lecture and he knew clock watching would only make the next 5 minutes more painful but he couldn't help but stare as the hands shifted slowly round the clock face.

The professor wrote something on his giant whiteboard and Simon made note of it in his notepad. Even though he'd only been there a month and a few days he'd almost used a whole notepad already. Simon began tapping his foot on the floor, waiting for the final strike of 4pm so he could finally go to his dorm and chill out. After all, it was a Friday and he knew almost everyone would be going out to get drunk or high.

Finally the clock high 4 and Simon shoved his stationary away and got up from his seat as everyone else did. It was the last lecture of the day and everyone just wanted to leave. The teacher had bored them half to death for an hour and a half and Simon was glad to be out of there. He strode down the corridors with confidence in each step. He pushed open the double doors and began to make his way across campus, pulling up his hood in the light rain.

"Oi Minter!" The voice comes from behind him, Simon rolls his eyes at the very sound of the Irish accent.

"What do you want?" Simon asks when the boy catches up to him.

"Just wanted to say I spoke to Vik, he told me loads about you man, how you were dating some posh bitch and all and how you used to be the school badman," Connor says as he follows Simon into the building.

"Lovely," Simon mutters and Connor grabs his shoulder, forcing Simon to face him.

"Trust me mate, you don't want a repeat of the other day," Simon warns and Connor chuckles.

"You don't scare me, if anything, I should be scaring you. You saw me knock out that big bastard the other day, don't think I can't knock you clean out, posh boy," Connor seethes and Simon keeps the eye contact.

"Break it up boys," It was the dorm buildings resident teacher, he made sure nothing fishy went on in the building such as smoking, drinking alcohol, drug use, sex etc.

"Theres nothing to break up, Andy," Connor says, smirking at the teacher who was walking towards the double doors.

"Try to keep it that way, Hartland," The professor replies before disappearing out the door.

"I see you even have the teachers pussy whipped,"  Simon says and Connor shrugs.

"Its a talent, now, asshole, are you gonna invite me to your room or do I gotta break in?" Connor asks and Simon frowns.

"How about neither, how about we just keep our distance unless its on the pitch,"

"How about we just be friends? C'mon, I know you find me funny," Connor says and Simon walks in the elevator and Connor quickly follows, watching Simon press number 4 on the control panel.

"So...Have you gotten laid since you've been here?" Simon asks and Connor smirks to himself.

"I see, turning the questions to me, smart move," Connor says, watching as the elevator gets to Simon's floor. They both step out and Simon leads Connor to his dorm.

"Well, whats the answer?" Simon asks, unlocking his door and allowing them both inside. Connor and Simon kick off their shoes and both of them sit down on Simon's sofa.

"I fucked two girls, and got close to one guy, but he freaked out and ran off,"

"Is that how bad you are?" Simon laughs and Connor nudges him in the ribs.

"Hey, fuck you! You're still crying like a baby over some posh hoe," Connor laughs and Simon rolls his eyes.

"Cleo wasn't a hoe, she was like...The most innocent girl in school," Simon says and Connor nods.

"Sure she was, I bet she's had about 10 cocks in her since she moved away from your ass, say, did she end up in Uni?" Connor asks and Simon frowns at the 10 cocks part.

"Dude, thats my ex, alright, show some respect. And yeah, she ended up at Oxford," Simon says and Connor laughs.

"Told you, she's a posh hoe. If posh is what you're after you're better off going into town and looking for an older woman," Connor tells him and Simon shakes his head.

"I don't care about their social status, Connor," Simon says and Connor's lips curve into a half smile. That was the first time Simon had properly used his name.

"Well, thats very nice of you, Simon, but to a lot of people, social status can be a deal breaker or a deal maker," Connor says, Simon shrugs in response.

"Not me, if I like you, I like you, simple as shit," Simon says and Connor turns to face him, bringing one knee up to his chest.

"So, Minter, tell me, who do you like?" Connor asks, eyes completely focused on Simon.

"Urm," Simon mutters, he could feel his cheeks getting redder by the second but he could never just admit to these feelings growing in the pit of his stomach, "Theres a girl in my class,"

"Ummmm," Connor mutters, urging Simon to expand on his answer.

"She's called Vivian," Simon says, he was lying, he hadn't found her that attractive to have a crush on her.

"Vivian? Vivian Porter?" Connor questions and Simon nods, "Nah, you're fucked. Vivian is Kian's twin sister, you can't date her without getting beaten up by Kian,"

"Oh well," Simon says, attempting to shrug the conversation off.

"Is there no one else?" Connor asks and Simon looks him in the eye.

"What about you for once? Is there no girls you're looking to bang?" Simon asks and Connor shrugs.

"Whatever's going to be honest," Connor laughs and Simon can't help but chuckle at the other boys comment.

"Diana, Diana Cooper," Simon says and Connor nods.

"Nice, I know her, met her the other week, she was snorting coke off my mates coffee table," Connor comments and Simon's face scrunches up in disgust, "Theres that posh boy vibe,"

"Its not a posh boy vibe, its just me not agreeing with drug use," Simon laughs and Connor frowns back, his tattooed hand running along his neck where a bird tattoo sat.

"I do drugs, sometimes, you know, they either take the edge off or get you hyped up, you should try some, just light ones to start, you know?" Connor suggests and Simon waves his hand in disagreement.

"I'm not doing drugs, you can fuck right off," Simon says and Connor laughs.

"Fine man, but theres this nightclub me and the lads are going to tomorrow night, you should come," Connor says and Simon looks away, as if contemplating the invitation.

"Sure man," Simon says and Connor smiles.

"See you tomorrow, Simon," Connor says, getting up and walking to the door.

"Bye, Connor," Simon says before Connor closes the door behind him.

Simon slumps further into his sofa, his eyes closing as he lets out a deep breath, one he seemed to have been holding for awhile. His mind wondered how the following night would play out and he wondered what Cleo would say to him if she was here. She'd probably call him an idiot, because he was an idiot. He knew it was a bad idea, and yet, he would still go, because his heart wanted him to.

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Here we go boys!

so yeah, the next chapter will feature some drug use and alcohol use and stuff so maybe if you're not okay about reading that, this book isn't for you!
thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed

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