Drown For Me//Colson Baker

eight!

"I don't know what I'm gonna do." I said sitting in Colsons living room the morning after the party. The anxiety I felt knowing I'd have to face Pete soon after last night, was eating me alive.

Where was I going to stay? I have no fucking friends to even ask. The relationship with Pete had isolated me from my whole life in my home town, all my friends and family were there, but I couldn't just go all the way back home. Could I?

"You can stay here, if you want." Colson said sitting next to me. I sighed and leaned my head back on the couch.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean? Do you have anywhere else to go?" He asked me and I shook my head. Squinting at me and chewing on his bottom lip he said, "Then stay here."

"It would be weird, Colson. Like wouldn't it make the situation between you and Pete worse?"

He groaned and rolled his eyes at me. Looking the other way and clenching his jaw he said, "Fuck Pete honestly."

I was taken back. He's been taking it awfully well that him and Pete probably wouldn't be friends anymore, and it was weird. They were best friends, I thought he would be more upset then what he's showing.

"What?" I looked at him, his face unreadable and stern. He shrugged and looked at the time on his phone before shoving it into his pocket.

He looked at me, no remorse at all was given for what he had said, as if there was something I didn't know.

"Nothing, don't worry about it." He replied standing up and stretching his long arms, "it's all up to you on if you wanna stay here or not. Casie would love it."

I thought about it, staying here wouldn't be a bad thing. He had plenty of room, and he said Casie would love it. But I've done so much shit to Pete that moving into Colsons house, the guy I had a whole affair with, he would be sure to go off the deep end.

But is this about Pete or me? He had take years of my happiness away, and I had his. We were toxic to each other, the sex was once amazing and now it was dreadful and we were unwilling to please each other. We were like strangers that were in a terrible relationship with each other, well not anymore.

I loved Pete, and I knew I had hurt him deeply, but I needed to do what made me happy, staying with Colson felt like the right thing to do.

"I gotta get my shit," I said realizing that I'd have to go to Petes house to pack all of my belongings. I didn't want to see him.

Colson nodded and looked down at me sitting on his couch, "I'll come with you, if you want." He suggested as I rolled my eyes at him.

"You have to, my car is at his house." I stood up.

"Oh," was all he said. I knew he was wanting badly to say something, his tongue was practically bleeding from being bit so much.

"What's going on?" I asked him, reaching my hand out to his shoulder. He shook his head, mumbling that it was nothing.

I decided to drop it, knowing his stubbornness wouldn't break easily. I didn't have the time to fight him on opening up, he'd tell me when he was ready.

I can't say i was excited to go to Pete's house and pick up my belongings, but I had no other choice. Colson had already picked Casie up from school but let a friend keep her company till we got back. She didn't seem to care though, instead she seemed relieved to have the house to herself, for the most part.

The car ride to Pete's house was quiet except the low music playing. The nerves I felt were growing the closer we got to the house, and I felt like I was gonna throw up. Colson seemed to be in deep thought, his eyes never left the road but it felt like he was zoning out.

Then there it was, the dreaded house that had all my belongings inside. Colson pulled into the driveway and headed to a slow stop. He was fast to take his seat belt off and get out the car. I leaned my head back on the head rest and took a deep breath before climbing out myself.

Colson walked ahead of me as I was only a few steps behind. I glanced through the window where I saw glimpse of Pete talking to someone I couldn't see.

I closed my eyes and took a sharp breath in, "I don't think I can do this," I blurted out taking a few steps back. Colson looked down at me, "You can."

I sighed and tried to muster up all the courage I could to just simply knock on the door. As soon as I did I felt ill. Colson put his hand on the small of my back as if I was about to fall over, but when the door opened I nearly shit myself.

"What the fuck," Colson said looking at his ex girlfriend freeze in his gaze. My eyebrows spiked up in surprise and I almost laughed.

"Bitch where is Pete - Valarie needs her shit." He pushed her out of his way as he pulled us into the house. Sommer looked very embarrassed to say the least but she wasn't what I was worried about.

"He - uh - went to the bathroom." She stammered as she chewed anxiously on her bottom lip. Colson looked at her and rolled his eyes before turning his body towards me.

"I'm gonna go ahead and get my stuff." I said walking into Petes' room and heading to the closet where I found that most of my stuff was already either in a suit case or in a trash bag. I pushed my lips together and started packing the rest. I heard Colson arguing with Sommer, mostly her trying to talk to him and him saying 'I don't care' or 'please shut the hell up'. But what startled me was the creak in the floorboard behind me.