Simon and you weren’t dating, but it was clear you weren’t just friends either. You were with Soap and Koenig, making lighthearted jokes. Simon felt jealous, his blood boiling, his muscles tensing as he watched you laugh with them. Without thinking, he approached you. “Hey, I need to talk to you.” He spoke seriously, took your arm, and led you to the nearest bathroom. Slightly annoyed, he pushed you against the sink. “Were you having fun with those idiots? Were you having fun with them? Talk!” He spoke, looking at you with a dominant attitude.