hatred | miniminter

12

sunlight peeps through the blinds, waking me up. the space next to me now empty as simon left at a stupid time so that jj would not figure out that he wasn't home. i wrap my naked body under the covers, stretching as i reach for my phone. scrolling through my notifications, i notice a text from simon.

from simon
we should do this more often

i softly laugh to myself at the message in front of me, both of us clearly desperate for one another. but i don't want to show it.

to simon
hmm
i'll think about it

he instantly replies.

from simon
fuck off
you love it

to simon
like a friends w benefits thing?

from simon
but we're not friends
wouldn't make sense to call it that

i shake my head as ignore his message, my cheeks now burning red from the fuzzy memories of last night, realising i was a lot more drunk than i thought as i barely remember much. how is something like this even possible? the resentment we show towards one another when surrounded by friends, but the passion behind closed doors. our dirty little secret doesn't make sense.

lifting my body up, i feel groggy and slightly hungover as i rub the sleep out of my eyes. my stomach rumbles and i instantly feel fragile as i lift my feet from my bed, dragging them to the kitchen i decide my hangover cure will be a full english breakfast.

picking at my food, i scroll through my phone, receiving a text from freya.

from freya x
wanna stream and play minecraft or something later?

to freya x
yeah sure :)

i place my phone back down onto the table, fully digging into my food this time before it goes cold. surely this means freya has forgotten what she saw last night, or might not have thought anything of simon and i walking out of a bathroom together.

my hangover slowly fades away after a shower and i set up to stream, gulping down half a bottle of water to refresh myself. and as freya and i speak in a discord call, innocently playing minecraft and begin to answer questions, our conversation flowing allowing me to forget about the events of last night and my fragile state. "oh guess who's in my viewers frey?" i roll my eyes, glancing at a familiar name appear.

"who?" she asks.

"simon." i huff, shaking my head as i continue to play.

"oh. hi simon." she giggles over the call, "but why isn't he on my stream?" she whines jokingly.

"good point, get off my stream." i smirk, my concentration on the game begins to dissolve as soon as i see his name.

'no i wanna watch' he comments in the chat which causes me to roll my eyes once again, everyone going crazy in the chat beneath him. throwing my body back into my chair, i let out a huge sigh and pull my bottle up to my lips as i find my mind wandering back to simon, trying to take away the pit forming in my stomach.

"why were you guys in the bathroom together?" freya blurts out, obviously forgetting that both of us are streaming. i choke slightly on the water, pulling it from my mouth as it dribbles down my chin. i swiftly wipe it away, leaning forwards in my chair. "oh shit." freya mumbles, giggling softly.