Trap House Imagines

My Girl - Colby Brock

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Summary; Reader gets lost in the club, and a guy takes his chance at her. Colby isn't happy about that, and he has a few choice words for the guy.

Warnings; swearing, drinking

Word Count; 1,145 words

Pronouns; Female

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Your eyes scan the club as you pull your hair up. It's hard to see your friends here because the place is packed, it's dark and everyone is moving around constantly. Which puts you at a disadvantage.

Now that your hair is in a ponytail now, you're beginning to cool down. It's so goddamn humid in there, you began sweating a long ass time ago. But you kept your hair down anyway, it made you look nice.

A night outing with friends—and your boyfriend—made you want to look good. Even though you don't have to twenty-four-seven, it's still a confidence booster.

After wiping the sweat off of the back of your neck, you reluctantly rub it onto your black skirt. Not like the sweat will harm the skirt or anything, but it's still a gross thing to do.

Your right-hand fans your face before you begin pushing through the crowd, heading straight for the couches. A small piece of you is hoping that they're over there still, or they went back over there when they realized they couldn't see you anymore.

Colby and you were dancing, which prompted the other idiots to join in on the fun. You didn't mind at all, actually. But you'd accidentally managed to wander off when you had been squeezed out of the circle.

No hard feelings, but it's still a bit irritating.

When you reach the couches, you're met with people you don't know. So, you turn to go back to the dance floor, the new idea of maybe finding them there is fresh in your mind. Maybe they hadn't moved at all, and they're still there, completely oblivious to your absence.

A lot of your friends are here, after all, it's not their fault if they can't keep track of everyone.

Just as you try to get in, you're elbowed out immediately after. Guess that's out of the question then. There's a possibility of you being able to dance your way in there, but you decide against that, and head to the bar to sit over there instead.

Brennen could be over there, he hadn't joined in on the festivities on the floor. He very well could be trying to buy a drink for some random girl that he finds pretty. But he doesn't do hit-and-runs all the time.

The bar is empty too, when you reach it, which makes a sigh escape you. Half of you wants to go back to searching, but the other tells you to get a drink and chill out, they'll call you if they're worried.

And you would've tried calling them already, hadn't it been for the loud-ass music that playing at the moment. They wouldn't be able to hear you talking and vice versa. As for texting, they have it on silent and it's likely to be stuffed into their pocket, forgotten about.

Going up to the counter, the bartender raises his eyebrows at you slightly, waiting for your order, "Can I get a screwdriver, please?"

He nods and begins to make the drink. While you wait, you scan the crowd just in case they're walking around somewhere.

Just as you think you've spotted them; some guy covers your vision. He's tall, but not as tall as Colby is. Blond hair, a little muscle, but he looks like an even more douchebag than Brennen is.

Oops.

"Hey, pretty lady, what're you doing here alone?" He asks, looking you up and down with a slight look of hunger in his eyes.

Why is this so cliché? Like every book and movie, you've seen, this is always involved. However, you never knew that it could actually come true. You guess that those kinds of scenes do exist.

"I'm not alone," You puff out your chest slightly, trying to make yourself look a little bigger than you are.

It's not going to work, and you know that. You're tall enough, but you're still easy to overpower if it came down to it. Which is your main concern right now, to not get taken down by this guy.

"Then where's your boyfriend, huh?" He asks, a smirk coming over his big, stupid face.

God, how much you wish you could punch him. But he hasn't really done anything yet, the only thing he's doing is talking to you, and blocking your line of sight.

What if that was Colby back there?

"Waiting for me, which reminds me, I should get going," You smile at him, although it's fake, and you try to move around him.

The drink that you've ordered is the least of your concerns right now. Worst comes to worst, you can come back and get it—and pay for it.

He moves with you, and that sparks a little flare of annoyance in you. Now he's denying you your right of walking away from him. Guess he can't take rejection, can he?

"Why don't you stay and let me buy you a drink?" He asks, licking his lips, and then biting his lip at the end.

"I don't want a drink," you say through gritted teeth, "Now move or–"

"Or what?" he teases.

"Or I'll punch your fucking lights out," Someone snarls, a hand is placed on the guy's chest, and he's pushed back, then a body moves in front of you.

You take a step off to the side anyway, just to see who's saved you. And it turns out to be your loving boyfriend, who's practically steaming from how pissed off he is.

"You messing with my girl?" He growls.

"Hey man–"

"Hey nothing, did you put your hands on her?" He pushes the guy back again.

"No, I didn't do anything," the guy has his hands up in defeat, trying to show that he doesn't mean anything now.

You turn to see that the screwdriver is ready, so you take it and begin to sip on it as you turn back to the scene before you. The guy's eyes flicker to you for a moment as you're drinking it.

When you're done, you point your finger at him, "I told you I had a boyfriend."

"Get the fuck out of here before my friends and I beat the shit out of you," Colby threatens, the guy nods semi-quickly, and then he turns and leaves.

When Colby turns around, his angry expression drops, and he looks you over, "Are you okay? He didn't do anything to you?"

"I'm fine, Colby," You set the drink back down, and hug Colby instead, "Thank you."

He wraps his arms around you tightly, "Don't wander off like that again,"

"Wander off?" You giggle slightly into his t-shirt, "I was pushed out of the circle, was trying to find you the entire time, I promise."

You look up at him to see that he's looking over your face, and then he kisses you. When he pulls away, he goes back to hugging you.

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