Our Collision

Coltons pov: Sleepless Nights

The whole night I kept thinking about her, the way she got nervous when I spoke or looked at her, She must have heard the rumours about me which only half are true the other half of them are bulllshit. The thing I couldn't understand was if she did know about all the rumours why was she looking at me the way she did, she didn't look scared at all if anything she looked flustered.

I tossed and turned all night long picturing her, all I could think about was what she looked like  under all those clothes she wore, I have no idea why she wore clothes that hid all her curves I knew many people that would kill to have a body like hers. The image of the pad of my fingers tracing down her body starting at her neck tracing over her breasts curving around her hips and  making there way further and further down to where my body wanted the most.

When my alarm went off at 3:45 ready for my morning workout I was physically so drained I struggled to get out of bed. Why the fuck had I spent until 1 in the morning thinking of a girl I had meant once.

The 3 hours of my workout had gone by slower than they ever have before, my muscles were aching and by the time I had finished I was on the verge of death and what made it even worse was I was still turned on and thinking about Aubre. I loved the way her name rolled on the tip of my tongue.

As soon as I was done I made sure to have an extra cold shower hoping that would take away the very obvious bulge in my pants. God I need to get laid!

The rest of my morning went as usual and when it was time to leave I was jumping up and down inside like a kid on Christmas morning. I couldnt wait to see her, to see what she is going to be wearing , to look at her and see the nervousness she tries so hard to cover up, I really just  need to fuck this girl and get her out of my system I cant have her on my mind 24/7 when I need to be focusing on my upcoming fight. This isnt  just a little fight for fun, this guy im fighting is 2x bigger than me and is known for fighting dirty so I have to make sure my mind is on beating this guy and that only.

When we arrive at the cafe I tell Jake im coming in to get a coffee before I go to the gym but he knows that's a load of bullshit cause I never drink coffee before I hit the gym and I had a protein shake not too long ago. As soon as we go through the cafe door my eyes are searching for her but instead of seeing the smiley flustered girl I saw yesterday I see a puffy eyed saddened face.

My happy excited mood is suddenly shifted by a dark grey cloud and all I feel is emptiness while im curiously staring at the image of the broken girl just several feet away from me.  After she finishes refilling a young ladies cup of coffee she looks up from the table and locks her eyes on me. From that one glance I can see all the sadness and emptiness that fills those ocean eyes as she walks over and puts on a smile that hides a lifetime of pain. 

"Hey Jake your apron has just been cleaned so your gonna have to go and grab it from the back room its folded on top of the counter" Aubre says to which he replies "I'll go and get it now thanks Aubre" 

"Hey how was your evening" I ask when Jake was out of site. Aubre looked me dead in the eye and lets out a humourless laugh and quietly says "Long story short after you and Jake left and I locked up I went home and found my dad not breathing with a needle in his arm. Fun fact the guy isn't even a drug addict he is an alcoholic I mean I shouldn't care anyway he beat the shit out of me everyday"

My jaw dropped and I just stand staring at her wide eyed until my brain can function what the hell to stay to her, after she's stopped laughing a tear slid from her glassy eye but was quickly wiped away and was replaced with a smile. When I finally work up the courage to say something I stutter "I-uh im sorry"

Im sorry all i could say was im fucking sorry what the hell is wrong with me, that should be enough for most people right i mean i cant remember the last time i said sorry to anyone but for some reason im pissed thats all i could come up with she deserves more she deserves for someone to comfort her and tell her that its going to be okay but i cant be that person because i just want to fuck her. Right?

I needed to get away from her she was fucking with my head and making me feel all types of shit that i buried deep down after my parents died so i quickly said i had to go and left out the door before she could reply.

All day and throughout my workout I kept thinking about Aubre and how sad she looked and how quickly she disguised her pain. She reminds me a lot like myself using humour to deal with her problems, I once laughed in a therapy session about how I watched my parents die. Why don't we just say my therapist was not impressed and didn't find it funny at all where as i thought it was fucking hilarious.

When it was time to pick up Jake from work i stayed in the car and messaged him i was out front to avoid any awkwardness with aubre on my abrupt leave this morning but all i wanted to do was go in there and try and catch a glimpse of her and to try and talk to her . Nobody has ever made me this crazy maybe i should tell my therapist about her to try and help stop this obsession before it gets out of hand.