Midterms had been hell, so you had decided to go celebrate the end of the session with your friends, going out for drinks to have a night where you didn't have to think about anything. You had a good time, except for the fact that Simon was at the same bar.

You hated him with a passion, although for no real reason, but the fact that he was always so cocky and a downright twat rubbed you off the wrong day from the first day. But Simon has never felt rejection one day in his life, so to not have you drooling all over him was very frustrating. You were persistent, and he loved a challenge.

When you came back to your dorm room, you didn’t turn on the lights, since the night sky was clear outside and your window overlooked the moon, offering enough natural light for you not to trip on your feet in the darkness. Did you leave the window unlocked?

“You get home late.”

Your heart fell to your ass, a loud screech leaving your lips as you hastily turned on the switch, the lights illuminating a figure on your floor, half sitting against the frame of your bed. Simon, with a bloody nose. Literally.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You yelled, still clutching your handbag close to your chest. Simon simply gazed up at you, unfazed by your startlement.

“Erm…bleeding? Clearly.”