Playboy (Colby Brock X Reader)

20.

colbybrock tagged you in a post

I squint at the notification, my finger hovering over it, anxious of what I may see. I lock my phone again and set it face down on the counter, throwing my hand to my mouth to chew on my nails.

My eyes dart to the clock on the oven, Kat will be home from work in a half hour. I don't know if I can deal with whatever this may be alone.

He definitely knows I helped with the car by now. Elton uploaded the video a few hours ago.

Fuck it.

I swipe my phone and drag my finger across the notification. Instagram opens and the post loads. Each second passes dreadfully slow until the image appears.

"My favorite girl." Captions the picture of me asleep in Colby's arms. I never even knew this picture existed.

A smile unwillingly creeps onto my lips, but I can't control it no matter how hard I try. A new notification pops down from the top of my screen. A text from Colby.

I didn't know how else to show you how seriously I take you than to share you with the whole world. I hope it's okay. Im so sorry, Y/N.

I double tap the post. Just enough of a response for him to know I saw, without throwing myself back in just to get hurt again.

***

Colby and I have exchanged little words since he posted me two days ago, but I have responded.

Kat pulls off into a dirt lot where the rest of the roommates stand huddled. The night sky makes them all look like mere shadows until we approach them. My heart stops when I make out Colby to be one of said shadows.

I lean close to Kat, "You said he wouldn't be here." I mutter, feeling my palms become clammy.

She glances at me sideways and simply winks before wedging herself into Sam, leaving me isolated from the group, "Bitch." I say under my breath, grabbing onto my arm for comfort.

Colby looks back at me with the same dumbfounded expression.

Those scheming asses.

He too is standing adrift from the group, kicking the dirt to find something to focus on. The roommates keep looking over their shoulders at us, looking as if they're expecting something.

With a sigh and a roll of my eyes, I walk over to Colby, "Hey." I greet quietly.

"I didn't know you'd be here." He looks down.

"Ditto." I force a chuckle through the thick tension.

"Soooooo," Sam finally comes over, wrapping an arm around each of our shoulders, a very obvious smirk on his face, "Everyone already formed their filming groups, that leaves you two left."

I throw his arm off me and glare at him, "I'll remember this, Golbach."

He wiggles his eyebrows as he backs away, tossing a camera to Colby as he does so, "Thank me later!" He laughs as everyone starts dispersing in groups towards the abandoned school.

We trail behind in silence, struggling to find the words to say. We approach the fence after everyone already climbed over. I place my foot in one of the holes, propping myself up to latch onto the top rail.