Colin's POV
FLASHBACK
"Where have you been?" Trish is in my fuckin ear and I'm trying to head to class.
"Trish, I have class I'll meet up with you after."
"Hell no, you totally ignored me yesterday! I went over to the frat house and you weren't even there." We're in the middle of the green, it's early morning, and dew is soaking into my damn shoes. My fucking shoes. I jog off the grass to cement, tapping my heels to take off any extra droplets.
"Colin, come on." Trish stands in front of me, pouting her lower lip. She's cute, and she makes a good main chick. But Ashton did me too good last night to forget. I suck in air and try to fight the hangover covering me. Fuck. Fuck I have to stop drinking. Fucking drinking and smoking. "You smell like weed! Colin, are you serious!?"
"Trish, can you fuckin leave me alone? Like, for real. I'm not in the fuckin mood, I got shit to take care of." She looks up at me wide eyed, her brown eyes about to fill with tears. I shake my head and pull her into a hug. "I'm sorry Trish, it's just, I have class and I can't miss anymore. Coach won't let me practice if I do." Trish pulls away from me, her demeanor changing.
"Well, that wouldn't be good! You're still starting right?" Her tone changes from whiney to businesslike. I raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah, I'm still starting. Why?"
"Just wondering baby, you know how proud I am of you. You've really earned your spot up where you are. Make sure you stay up there, k?"
"Yeah. I'ma head to class now."
"Okay baby!" Trish pulls me into a hug and kisses me. I give her a quick wave and sprint towards my morning class, checking the time on my phone.
Vera's POV
Colin slams through the door of the apartment, dropping his things at the door. I sit up on the couch. Colin is the cleanest person I know, throwing his stuff aside like that is out of character for him.
"Baby?" I ask.
"Hey baby girl," Colin unlaces his shoes quickly and kicks them off, heading towards the kitchen.
"Everything okay?"
"Ahhhh, shit!" I hear things fall from the kitchen, as Colin slams a drawer shut. He's pissed about something. I stand up and walk over to the kitchen, peeking around the corner. Colin is picks up silverware from the ground, opening and closing different drawers. I lean against a counter, arms folded across my chest, watching him.
It had been hard confronting him about my little meeting with Trish. He had wanted space for a few days before telling me about everything she had brought up. The drugs, the addiction counseling, the women. The time had made things a little better, and so did talking with Becca, who knew practically everything about him. I hated that he had been hiding things from me, but it felt good to have absolutely everything out in the open. He is healing, in a good place, and doing well for himself. Who am I to judge?
"I'm fine baby girl, just having a shitty day. The team ain't comin' together like they're supposed to and its putting me in a rough position." He pulls the refrigerator door open, rummaging for something to eat.
"Did you want me to cook something for you? Or we can go out and get something to eat?"
"No I'm good. Gonna make something real quick to eat and watch some film," Colin says sharply. I can't help but feel cut by his attitude. He really is stressing out. I shrug and walk back towards the living room, trying not to make it obvious that my feelings are hurt. I hear Colin sit at the small dining table. I turn to face him; he's hidden behind his computer screen.
I lie back onto the couch, feeling extremely tired.
Vera's POV
I can't even remember falling asleep. I sit up on Colin's couch, checking my phone. 3 am. Colin had covered me in a warm blanket. Wrapping it around me, I walk back towards the small hall leading to his bedroom. His apartment is so much smaller than the mansion he has sitting on top of that hill.
"Colin?" I call. The bed is empty and perfectly made. I walk back towards the bathroom and the spare bedroom. Nothing. I sit on Colin's bed, sending him a text message.
Colin's POV
The chapel is empty. I walk in and sit in the pew closest to the altar. I haven't talked to God in a long time, and I feel it in the awkwardness covering me in his house. The wooden seat is hard against my back, but I still try to make myself comfortable folding my hands and looking up towards the large cross ahead of me. My knees touch the seat in front just like it did when I was a kid.
"God..." I say hesitantly. I take my hat off, setting it on the seat beside me. I try to clear my head, beginning to wonder why I had come in the first place. I hadn't been here since I was a fresh faced college kid.
"God" I say again, this time more urgently. "I'm stuck. I don't know what the hell I'm doing. A lot of stuff is catching up to me from the past, football is rough, and I'm stressing." I move back in the seat, looking up towards the cross.
"I'm not perfect....my life ain't perfect....but I have the opportunity to spend the rest of my life with someone who is."
I lean forward, damn it's uncomfortable in such a big ass place. I sigh.
"I want to know that I'm doing the right thing. That marrying her is the right thing. I feel like it is but I want confirmation. I want some kinda sign, a sign that everything's gonna be okay." I rub my eyes, it's been a long day, night, now morning. I can't sleep, so much is heavy on my mind. Trish, football, the tape, Vera, marriage...
My phone vibrates from my pocket, interrupting my thoughts. I pull it out, opening the message on the screen. It's from Vera.
Baby. I knw ur stressing out, but I promise everything will be ok. I have no idea where u r, but plz know that I love you! Come home :(
I smile and look back up towards the cross. That's a good enough sign for me.
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Loyal
FanfictionBefore I know it Colin has me over his shoulder. I fight as much as I can, banging my fist against his back. "What the hell, what the---put me down!" I demand, trying my best to sound stern. Colin's steps are quick and steady. "I'm too heavy for yo...
