It had been consistently raining for the past few hours. Inches upon inches of rain. It was one of those times you regretted wearing heels. You looked out of you office building's window to see blurry car lights and little figures of people walking through the freezing rain. But right now all you wanted was to be at home cuddling with Colin. You packed up your books in your bag, then put on your large weather coat. On your way out you waved to the last few co-workers that were getting ready to leave also. You went outside to the pouring rain, but Colin wasn't there. You decided to wait a few minutes, maybe he was just a little late.
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It had been 20 minutes and he still hadn't arrived yet. You only lived 15 minutes away from here walking, but San Francisco was just as dangerous as other cities. You didn't want to take any chances; but after he hadn't answered his phone the eight times you called, you gave up. "What the hell is he doing?" you muttered. You began to walk home, in the windy, cold rain. The sun was starting to set and you were still 10 minutes from home. Your feet were killing you in your cute, black Saint Laurent heels. The wetness of your rain soaked though your jacket, dampening your shirt sleeves . "Fuck." A car pulled up beside you. "Hey babe, what are you doing out here?" the Latino man asked. "Fuck off" you snapped as you kept walking. "Fuck you too bitch." You snapped. He sped off, drenching you with a large amount of water near the curb. You wanted to scream so bad.
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You noticed another cars in your driveway when you finally reached your home, after twenty minutes of walking. It would have been fifteen if you didn't fall and scrap you knee, which forced you to walk with a limp. You could hear men's laughter before you even reached the front door. You pushed it open. Colin and some his teammates were eating in the kitchen and living room-in short, just making a big mess that you would have to clean up. Colin stood up. "Babe, what happened to you?" he asked. "I went swimming with Jonah and the fucking whale! What do you think happened?!" You didn't pick me up and I had to walk all the way here in the freezing cold!"
His teammates packed up their things, getting out the house in a hurry. "I never pick you up on Wednesdays, (Y/N)!" "This morning, I told you specifically, that (Y/F/N), could not pick me up today and you said, 'Oh I have no probably picking you up, football this, football this, blah blah blah.." you mocked. "I feel like I love this sport more than me, everything is about fucking football and if its not about football it's about you!" "It just really slipped my mind, (Y/N). I love you, and I should've listened to what you had to say. I'm sorry." "Good." "Now how about you go change your clothes and I'll make something to eat." "Then we can cuddle right?" After that long walk that's all you wanted to do. "Sure, baby, anything you want."
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