hatred | miniminter

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simon and i instantly pull back from one another as i wipe across my lips, jj staring at us both with his lips slightly parted.

"it - it's not what you think." i stutter.

"yeah. it's not." simon shakes his head, biting his bottom lip. i reach for my wine, taking a large gulp as jj stares at us both with a shocked expression.

"you guys kissing isn't what it looks like?" he questions both of us with narrowed eyes.

"please don't say anything." i plead.

"so, this is who you've been seeing?" he looks to simon and points to me, simon nods awkwardly, his breath hitching in his throat.

"but - but it isn't like that. we've just been sleeping together." he sighs.

"since when?" jj raises his voice, drunkenly wailing his arms in the air.

"holiday." i look down at my feet, breathing in deeply as i mutter under my breath.

"the fucking holiday?" he yells.

"yes, jide, the holiday." simon huffs, "just don't say anything."

"but - but -" i instantly cut him off.

"it's complicated, i know." i sigh.

"can we just save it for when we're sober." simon begs, visibly stressed.

"fine," jj huffs, opening the door, "i saw nothing." he takes a deep breath, leaving the room.

"fucking hell." i throw my head into my hands, letting out a groan.

"well then." a chuckle emerges from simon's chest.

"what the fuck?" i lift my head from my fingertips, shoving his chest, "what is funny about this?"

"it's only jj." he shrugs his shoulders, "we can trust him."

"can we?" i sigh.

"yeah, of course." he nods, bringing his body closer to mine, "how about, we go to mine tonight and we can discuss it tomorrow." he huffs, planting a kiss on my lips as his arm snakes around me to squeeze my bum.

"fine." i mumble, my heart now racing as we both leave the room. we walk back to the party and i instantly down the rest of the drink, attempting to forget everything that had just happened and where this leaves simon and i now.

"where have you been?" cal approaches me as i pour the last of my wine into the cup.

"toilet." i mutter bluntly.

"took your time."

"mhm." i nod, biting my bottom lip before i take a sip from the cup. "come." i pull his arm over to everyone stood together, the alcohol kicking in as i wrap my arms around freya's neck, swaying to the music with her.

"you okay?" she questions.

"yeah, why wouldn't i be?" i smile back at her.

"just checking." she grins, taking my hands as we sing along to a song. simon's gaze burning into the back of me as i can feel him watching my every movement. i cannot tell if he's jealous or enjoying it.

i find myself dancing, drinking some vodka and backing many more tequila shots as time ticks on. i soon realised i am genuinely wasted and as soon as the time hit 12am, we all yelled happy birthday at vik, singing to him and embracing him into a huge hug, which only made me realise i simply have made the best friends.

"who actually gave you those love bites?" ethan whispers into my ear and i quickly stop dancing.

"none of your business." i smirk at him, bringing my drink to my lips.