Anxiety and Adventures (A Colby Brock fanfic)

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I put my stuff down and look up at her. "What do you want Shea?" She smiles her evil smile. The light from outside gives her black hair a tint of blue. Her green eyes are staring into my soul. she looks like a pretty devil in her pink skirt and white crop-top. All paired with her petal pink shoes and purse. "Oh, just wanted to know what ugly feels like. Cause you're an expert at it." "Yeah? Do you also want to know how to be a bitch? All you gotta do is look in the mirror." I say. She was not amused and came closer to me, almost pining me to the wall. "You want to say that again?" She asked angrily. "Want to know how to be a bitch? Look in the mirror." I repeated. She was about to swing at me until mr. James walked around the corner. "What are you doing?" He asked Shea. "Oh, I was asking this student a question for the poll I'm doing stats." She said all innocent and smiling. "Uh-huh. Well ask her then get going." He says and continues to watch. She turns to me and asked "to get home, do you take the bus, drive yourself, or walk?" I smile, "I take the bus or walk. Depending on the day." She pretends to write it in her notes and looks at me. "Thanks for your time." "No problem." She walks away and goes outside, then mr. James walks up to me. "Was she really doing work?" He asked me concerned. "No, she was about to hit me till you showed up. Had a disagreement, but we should be fine by tomorrow." I say with a small smile. "Alright, have a good rest of your day." "You too." I sit back down and wait for about 5 minutes when I get a text from Colby.

Brock- hey beautiful, wya?

Me- sitting on the floor doing work 😁

Brock- but where? 😂

Me- back lobby 😂

Brock- okay, be there in a minute.

Me- time is ticking.

I quickly said a timer just to be an absolute smartass. When he walks around the corner I stop the timer. "2.28, damn you walk slow." "Oh. You actually kept time? You must be hella excited to hangout with me." We both laughed and he helps me off the floor. "So, let me start by saying sorry. I didn't mean to get attitude with you this morning. It was uncalled for." He looks at me with that gorgeous smile. "No worries, I understand the reasoning behind it." "Okay, I just had a rough night and morning. Didn't mean to take it out on you." I am basically going to apologize again until he stopped me. "You don't need to apologize okay? I'm all good mentally. I can't say the same physically, but that wasn't your fault." I made eye contact with him and he was still smiling. It felt good at first, but then I got a sense that was all too familiar. It was the anxiety again. I wish it would let me just enjoy life, but no it had to ruin a beautiful moment. His smile kind of went away and turned to concern. "You okay?" I tried to hide it with a smile. "Yeah, why?" "you just look like you're about to have an anxiety attack." I look at him with wide eyes. I try to play it off like 'no I'm good.' He takes a step closer, "are you sure?" he was about to grab my hand. Before he succeeded I pulled it to my chest. "I'm fine Colby." At this point it was me going to pass out. He notices and pulls me into a hug. The anxiety was there for the first minute of the hug. Then once we were standing there for about 3 minutes, the anxiety went away. But I was still holding my breath because he happened to be on the bruise on my arm. I moved it a little and he loosened his grip and looked at me. "Is there a bruise on your arm to?" He asked. I just looked at him and he knew the answer. He pulled me back into the hug but now his arms are around my neck. I move my arms and hug him back. we stay in that hug for a good amount of time before I pull away. He looks at me and smiles a shy and concerned smile. "I'm not going to pressure you talk to me, but what happened to your eye and arm?" I looked at him and felt the anxiety coming back. I didn't want anyone to worry about me. But I also feel bad for keeping it to myself. I want to tell him, but I just started talking to him yesterday. And with the moment we just had, I don't want my problems to chase him away. "Yeah, I don't want to talk about it." I look away and can kind of see his hurt, I pick up my bag and ask "you ready to go?" He looks at me and nods.