At a house party, he knew you were there. He heard whispers about him from the drunken crowds nearby. People saying after the fight, he lost his soul, people calling you heartless, which was true to an extent.

All he heard was taking and nearly everyone he heard was talking about him and you. He was over it. He found you and grabbed your arm, pulling you to a secluded and empty room.

“I wish these people would just knock it off. They don’t know what we’ve been through,” *Colby scoffed before lowering his voice. “they don’t know about me and you.”

When he saw your expression he rolled his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “You can keep on hating me, we just gonna be enemies?”