Playboy (Colby Brock X Reader)

17.

It's been a week. Seven short days have drug out to seem like seven long years, each one more unforgiving than the last.

Beneath my head sits Kat's shoulder as we lay and watch Netflix in her room. She's been trying her best to keep me on my feet. I turn down every offer for food, my appetite taken over by disgust burrowing into the walls of my stomach. She's been making sure I've been staying hydrated however, giving me words of encouragement to shower every day, and let's me walk Kiwi so I can get fresh air.

We both look out to the hallway as we hear her doorbell ring, followed by Kiwi's barks and her feet clacking against the tiles,  "I'll get it." She sighs, disappearing from the room.

A few moments pass and I hear little words exchanged before the door echoes shut. She re-enters the room, a large display of roses clutched in her hands.

"Awe, Sam got you flowers?" I sit up, smiling for her.

Confusion takes control of my mind as she shakes her head and extends them out to me. I take them, searching for the card attached to the stems.

A rose for every apology I wish I could give to you.

-Colby

The note falls from my fingertips onto the blankets.

"Y/N?" Kat's voice is a mere muffle as she bends forward to get a look at the note.

My vision blurs as tears form in my eyes, but I quickly blink them away and stand up, taking the roses to the kitchen to fetch them a vase.

Kat cautiously follows behind me, trying to figure out how I'm reacting. Truth be told, I don't even know what I'm feeling. Every day I've been trying to accept the fact that I really can't put the blame on Colby. In a sense he played me, but at the same time he didn't owe me loyalty. We weren't together. It's not like he cheated despite it feeling that way. Morgan, on the other hand, she destroyed our friendship. I would never betray her the way she did to me.

Every time I picture them together I feel sick.

Sam warned me that Colby doesn't let himself get attached to anyone, but I would've never expected him to fuck my best friend. Multiple times. It just... hurts.

I guess I let the idea of us being anything beyond a fling get to my head.

But he's been trying. I've ignored every text he's sent. Now the roses. What does he want? Does he even know what he wants?

It's all just so overwhelmingly confusing.

I drop the flowers down into a vase of water and turn to Kat, "Should I text him?" I ask, leaning my elbows on the counter, stressing myself out with my thoughts.

She raises her eyebrows at me, looking at me as if I grew a second head, "Y/N.. you've been miserable all week because of him-"

"Because of Morgan." I correct her.

"I mean... I've never seen him give anyone flowers. And everything Sam told you was true. Sam tells me everything. Apparently Colby hasn't left his room all week."

He hasn't?

Before I can respond, my phone starts ringing from the bedroom. I rush to grab it, seeing Elton is trying to FaceTime me. I answer.

He's standing in the driveway, a devious look on his face, "There's my favorite brick thrower!" He gushes.

"What's up, Elton?" I chuckle, rolling my eyes.

"I have an inquiry for you." He sings poshly.

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

"You wanna get revenge on Colby?"