Y/n's pov
As I got my pizza I sat back down next to kian. It was weird, I didn't feel as scared as I usually am. It was nice feeling calm for the first time in a while. "hey, are you ok" I had no idea that I was just staring at the floor, until I heard his voice.
"oh, yea I'm fine" I replied "just staring" "at what" he questioned. "I dont even know". And then I felt something vibrate in my pocket. I realised it was my phone with a private number on it.
I wasnt to sure about it, I thought maybe I should answer it, I mean it could be important. "I should probably take this" I said to kian, "ok well see you next friday" he asked. "yea...next friday". I said with a slight smile on my face.
I walked into one of the rooms in Sam's apartment. It had lots of colours on the walls, and a chucky doll which looked kinda creepy. I sat down on the couch about to answer it before it went to voicemail.
I slide the bar across and say a little "hello". First there was nothing. No sound at all. Then after that a voice spoke. A voice I didnt want to hear every again.
"y/n.. Ive got you" I froze. It was him, Tanner. My ex. We havent spoken in a while and I wanted to keep it like that. "what do you want" I wasn't scared at first. Until he said 'ive got you'.
I didnt really know what that meant like, is he in LA. I was so confused. "I want you back y/n, I miss you. Im really so-" "no your not" I yelled through the phone, but not loud that the others coud hear. But the music was so loud I should be fine.
"I honestly am" "well I dont believe you" "YES I AM. NOW IF YOU DONT FUCKING LISTEN TO ME I WILL COME FIND YOU AND DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. I SWEAR TO GOD Y/N." he yell through the phone.
Now I'm scared, I can't beleve he would say that-well actually, now that I think of it. I can.
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social anxiety ~colby Brock Fan Fic~
Fanfictionkat and tara take you to one of the boys friday pizza night. you want to go but you have social anxiety. After your ex calls things start to spiral. (This is a y/n book) Warnings ~tiny abuse scenes ~swearing