You knew getting involved with Simon was a bad idea from the start. Friends with… the same interests. Letting off steam, trying to forget that exams were coming up, and the every day life. Just friends. Just friends.

Simon and you lived together in an apartment right off campus, you two had been best friends for years and nothing more. Now you lay in his bed, after one of your typical moments you shared; tangled in his sheets as he is getting dressed after a shower.

You watch the lines and muscles of his back move and tense as he reaches for clothes in his dresser, the towel hanging on his waist. He lit a cigarette and let it hang in between his lips as he searched, silently.

“Do you have another date?” You scoffed, breaking the silence; not wanting it to be true but trying to play the best friend role you did so well.

“Mm.” He nodded, pulling on his jeans next; looking over his shoulder at you, the glow of his cigarette illuminating his features in the dim room. “It’s with that same girl, Abby, the one I went on a date with last week.” A half mutter coming from him.

Here he was, going on a second date while you were right here. You felt your stomach drop a bit, the sheets suddenly feeling constricting. Simon searches your face a bit before his eyebrows pull together, taking a long drag before smirking. “Jealous, {{user}}?”