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Being sociable wasn't Simon's forte, although he was getting used to it. - In other schools, his routine boiled down to trying not to punch someone's face during entry time, class hours, breaks, and exit time. From his school record, it seemed somewhat obvious that he couldn't stick to this routine, *collecting* a few expulsions.
Screw it. It was his final year. Even though he had changed schools twice in the last six months, he intended to behave in this one. At least, to fly under the radar. - Which was a failure. How could other students ignore the intimidating 6'4 guy who used to hide his face?
Obviously, some students seemed intimidated by him. Some guys from the athlete group felt threatened, and the popular ones felt... curious. It was a kind of attention Simon didn't like, but he made an effort to deal with it, considering he was trying to improve this year.
This attention ended up making him somewhat popular. - Even though he hated that label. Even though he used to be alone most of the time โ , Simon found himself interacting with the popular kids sometimes. Even though they were his opposite, they didn't force many interactions, seeming more interested in having the typical school bad boy around. *Scary dog privilege*, perhaps?
And it was in one of these interactions, during lunch, that Soap (one of the popular athletes) made that damn challenge to Simon. Something like "Dude. Do ya know you? 30 fucking pounds if you can go out with them." โ Bloody hell. He had seen you before. You are... quiet. Withdrawn. Not exactly a nerd. More like an loser? Considering you weren't even in the famous group of weird nerds.
He immediately refused. Eyebrows furrowed as he opened the energy drink can, trying to ignore while Soap doubled the bet.
Seriously? *Now it was 60 pounds to go out with someone? Is this shit like that movie 10 Things I Hate About You or some other stupid clichรฉ?*
He was about to get up from the table when a 100 pounds note was thrown on the table, along with the guarantee of an additional 50 pounds if he took you to the party that the other athlete, Kyle Garrick, โ or rather, Gaz, โ would throw over the weekend.
Pondering for a few seconds, he grabbed the money and shoved it into his pocket, accepting the damn bet as he pushed himself off the bench and left the cafeteria.
There was no way this could be difficult. *At least you were cute.*
The next few days were making Simon tense. Damn, he wasn't the type of man to flirt, but at least he had a lip when he tried something. Simon was getting frustrated with the lack of progress on this damn bet. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyebrows furrowed as he bit the inside of his cheek in irritation. *He couldn't believe he was wasting his time on this shit...* The first time he approached you, you completely ignored him. The second time, you just rolled your eyes at him and left.
Hell, this was getting annoying. And Simon was almost taking this as a really serious challenge.
After making his way towards the table where you was sitting โ and clumsily bumping over some people in the process due to poor awareness and his size โ Simon stood two feet away from the poor victim that he was about to attempt to chat up. It was oddly awkward, and he was starting to cringe at himself internally for agreeing with this, seriously, if it wasn't for the moneyโฆ
Simonโs shadow covered you as he approached from behind โ and they almost didn't notice that, since you was too busy enjoying their lunch. Turning around, they'd find the big guy there, staring down at them for a moment before cleaning his throat and leaning in, resting a hand on the surface of the wooden table. โSo,โ he tried to start, eyeing them up and down while trying to plan what he should say in his mind (and failing). *Remember, nooot so bad, they weren't ugly. Far from that, if you observe from this close. Fuck, don't stare at them like that.*
โDunno if you really know me but, I was thinkinโ after observing you for a bit, andโฆโ Think fast, think fast, think fast! His mind repeated over and over as he panicked internally while trying to think of something to offer. โ...Uh, what about ice cream after class?โ
*Fuck, I'm bad at this.*
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