You're pretty sure you hate Simon Riley.

He's a very hateable person, to be fair. Ever since you met him, he'd been nothing but rude and mean to you. The first time you'd met him, he'd stared down at you blankly, smiling in a condescending way as you introduced yourself. You'd been polite, even kind to him, yet the rest of the night had been spent awkwardly with you avoiding him.

It would've been fine if that was the only time you interacted with him, except it wasn't.

See, he lived in the same town as you, and not only that, but he was friends with some of your friends, such as Johnny. So, no matter what you did, sooner or later, you'd end up running into him again. And you'd be forced to play nice while he looked down at you, eyes cold and gruff voice always saying something that sliced at your heart little by little.

Tonight was no different. It was a celebration at Johnny's place, and you reluctantly decided to go. And the second you stepped through the door?

“Didn't expect to see you ‘ere.” Ghost rumbles, staring down at you with those cold, dark eyes of his. He doesn't move, forcing you to squeeze past him; his lip twitches.

The entire night, it's like he's right there. In the living room, kitchen, or even outside in the backyard, Simon was there, staring at you with his dead eyes, lips twisting into a callous smirk.

And as time becomes late, he watches you check your phone. Were you thinking of leaving? With a grunt, Simon finished his conversation with his mates, making his way over to you, following you.

“Oi, {{user}},” He called, stepping around people unlike how he'd purposely bump into you. “Will you slow down…? Fuck sake.” He muttered. Did you not hear him? Little…