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Sabrina's POV

Mere minutes after the video was uploaded, positive feedback started flooding in. People saying they could sense the chemistry between us from day one and people that were beyond ecstatic about the whole deal. Colby and I, on the other hand, were relieved, to say the least. I was expecting a lot of hate from girls and guys who were crushing on Colby - not gonna lie, if I was in their spot, I would probably hate the girl who started dating my crush - but the hate was minimal, barely even there. The relief was soon switched with utter joy whenever we saw comments on how good of a couple we made. 

Still, the hate we received most then, and still do now, is from an entirely different kind that I honestly didn't expect. I was the primary target for these hate comments and DMs, or that's what I thought.

Guys sent me dozens upon dozens of messages and comments, saying how they were disappointed in me. How I could do better. How going out with them would be a miles better choice. This had me infuriated. Not only was this a for of a cyber attack, but they were talking bullshit about the person who was basically my all. 

It didn't take long for me to start replying to them with short, passive-aggressive messages on how putting people down is a manifestation of the view they have of themselves. That method got too obnoxious and tiring for me to keep sticking with it. So, I decided to turn to Kat.

- You know, things like these are more common than you might think - she said after scrolling through my Twitter DMs - The best thing to do is ignore them. They'll die down eventually.

I waited for that 'eventually' for a while. Even though the hate didn't stop coming, I stopped taking notice of it, mostly cause something else started bothering me. Colby's demeanor had drastically changed and I hadn't noticed until I got my mind off the hate. He had probably been like that for weeks and I couldn't be bothered to care - that's how it came off, at least. I really cared. I have and I always will, but during that month my mind was preoccupied with something else. Something that I now find stupid and minor compared to the real issue.

Consider me selfish, but I never stopped to think how that hate affected Colby.  But once I noticed the change in his behavior, I wouldn't get off his back about it.

- I can tell there's something wrong! Just cut your losses and tell me what's going on?! - I was almost yelling as I paced back and forth in front of the TV in the living room. 

Colby was sat on the couch, pretending as though he wasn't bothered by my persistence on the matter. His was looking down at his phone, but we both knew the screen wasn't even on.

- Nothing's going on, Sab! You're just paranoid, as usual - he said nonchalantly.

Keep in mind that it wasn't fully nonchalant. He made sure I'd notice how much I was annoying him. I didn't quite care. That's actually what I was going for, thinking if I annoyed him long enough, he'd give in and tell me what's bothering him, despite me already knowing what was troubling his mind.   

- Bullshit! And I'm not paranoid! - I was completely losing my temper with him

I knew that I had to keep my cool but Colby was making it so damn difficult. I knew what he was doing, I knew all his approaches to situations by that point, I just couldn't bring myself to remain collected through his act.

- Sure you're not - he said dryly, still looking down at the dark screen of his phone

He knew that I knew. He also knew I was not one who can be easily pissed off, so he was playing the card I hated most - claiming me to be something I'm not.

- UGH! You're impossible! - I give him the win, storming out of the living room and up the stairs.

You've won the first round, Brock. Just the first round. The war ain't over yet.

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