Colby Brock Imagines

I'm Done

Three times before. We have dated three times before. I decided. One. More. Chance. That's it. 

We had been moving slow. We had been talking for a month before we officially got back together. Everything had been going great. We don't have any reason to not think it wasn't. Except this last month...

Colby went out to a party last night. I stayed home and cleaned the house. Like usual. Because he had done another dumb prank. I didn't mind helping him clean up. But helping him and doing it on my own were two different things. Sam and Kat could tell I was starting to get frustrated. But, frustrated was an understatement.

Throughout the night, I had been getting snaps from one of my best friends who goes to almost all of the same parties as Colby. In multiple, he was all over a bunch of different girls than each snap I had received before. I didn't let it bother me too much to show because I was used to it. It happened every single time he went to a party to get drunk. 

The Next Day... (Colby just stayed at a friends house)

It's now 4 in the afternoon and Colby still isn't home. I was sitting in the living room with Kat watching Sam and Aaron play video games. I keep checking my phone. I open my snap and see that Colby has left me on read and turned his location off. I roll my eyes and sigh loudly.

"He still hasn't answered you?" Kat asks me. I shake my head.

"Nope. and I have the feeling he's not going to." I start to get up, when Kat asks me where I'm going.

"I'm leaving. Tell Colby to call me when he wants to actually put effort into this relationship." I leave and go to my apartment. 

About 3 Hours later...

I was sitting on my couch watching T.V. when my phone started ringing. I picked it up and looked at the caller I.D. Colby. I sigh and answer it, "Hello?"

"Come over. We need to talk." His voice was soft but still a bit unsure. I nod. "Yea, we do." I hangup and leave to go back to the house.

Once I get there, I walk in. I call through out the house for Colby. I find he's in the living room. I go to him and sit on the other side of the couch. I cross my arms across my chest and look at him.

"Why the hell are you so pissed off at me?" Its not like I did anything wro-"

I cut him off, "That, Colby Brock, is where you're wrong. You, of all people, do not get to give me the speech of 'don't be so harsh Y/N, he didn't do anything wrong.' No. I gave you a chance to prove to me that you were into this relationship. All in. And here we are. Because you left me here for the fourth weekend in a row to clean up after your prank mess. Because you didn't think I needed to go have fun. Because you were all over a girl because you got drunk. Because you forget my friends go to the same parties you do. Because you couldn't text me the next day and let me know that you were okay. You left me on read. All day. You turned off your location so I couldn't even check to make sure you were at least alive. You, Colby Brock. Screwed it up this time. Not me. I'm done. I mean done. Completely. I have put up with this for too long. I am tired of it. I love you, but you don't love me the same way." 

I stand up to walk out, "The next time you wanna party and you have a girlfriend, maybe you should make sure you don't cheat on that girlfriend with her best friend." I leave the house one last time. Never to return again.