interlinked :: colby brock

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INTERLINKED

Camila didn't leave her room at all the next morning, she wallowed in her own self pity and curled up in her bed, her hangover hitting her like a truck.

She didn't want to be stared down at if she left, she didn't want to be asked if she was okay after last night and she most definitely did not want to see Colby.

Instead, she stayed curled up in her bed, tears running freely down her face.

Well, until there was a knock at her door around noon.

"Camila?" It was Jake this time, not Sam.

"What?" She sniffled.

"Colby needs to talk to you."

"I don't wanna see him." Camila mumbled into her pillow.

"I would tell him that but he's not very happy and that's like...totes terrifying." Jake said, scratching his chin. "He also said to dress comfortable...?"

"Well tell him I'll be there in ten." Camila said, desperately wanting to be alone again.

Jake nodded even though Camila wasn't facing him, then left her to be alone.

Camila had to physically force herself to get up and get changed into something 'comfortable' which ended up being a pair of baggy joggers and a cami tank top. She quickly ran a brush through her hair and left her room.

She quickly came to the realisation that Jake hadn't told her where to actually find Colby, so she ventured off into the kitchen to find an answer.

"Oh- hey...!" Sam said as soon as he saw her, she just smiled in return.

"Anyone know where Colby is?" Camila asked, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"The gym." Jake mumbled through a mouth full of food.

"You act like I know where that is." Camila responded, tilting her head.

"I'll show you, cmon." Sam said, standing up from where he was sat by the kitchen island and walked with her down a hallway.

"So...how are you?" He asked, awkwardly trying to fill the silence.

"I'm amazing, why wouldn't I be?" Camila replied, pursing her lips.

"Yeah- of course, nothing crazy happened yesterday or anything..."

"Nope, nothing. Seems like that just comes naturally now, you know getting kidnapped?"

Sam couldn't help the snort that he let out, therefore causing Camila to chuckle a little.

"The gym is here- oh, he does not look happy." Sam mumbled, opening the door to the gym.

"Thanks Sam, since the princess of the house needs to be chauffeured around." Colby said.

"O...kay. I'm gonna go, good luck Cam bye!" Sam said quickly before running out and shutting the door behind him.

"Why did you wanna speak to me?" Camila asked, her voice quiet.

"What happened last night was fucking stupid." He said bluntly. "I mean did you not even try to defend yourself?"

"I was fucking hammered, Colby. What was I supposed to do?"

"Stop with the attitude, Camila. Doesn't look good on you."

Camila rolled her eyes, already wanting to leave and never speak to him or even look him in the eyes ever again.

"You need to learn how to defend yourself." Colby said.