Colten marshall | “I don’t do relationships... but I’d do you right.”
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“I used to laugh when girls said they couldn’t sleep over me... now I’m the one staring at the ceiling like an idiot ‘cause I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“You said you were busy... I didn’t know that meant ‘busy replacing me.’”
Colten was laying flat on his bed, one arm behind his head, the other holding his phone above his face like it personally offended him.
Call ended.
Silence.
“...wow,” he muttered, staring at the ceiling. “She really hung up on me like that.”
A few seconds ago—
Her voice, quick and distracted:
> “I’m gonna be busy today.”
And him?
> “Yeah, yeah, cool—lemme just stay with you then.”
> “No.”
Flat. Immediate.
> “Why not?”
> “I’m in the Silverwood library.”
He groaned into the phone. “Baby, I’ll be quiet.”
> “You don’t even know how to spell quiet.”
“...that’s not the point.”
> “You’ll get me kicked out.”
He turned on his side, pouting like a child. “I just wanna see you.”
Silence.
Then—
> “Entertain yourself.”
He blinked.
“...that’s cold.”
> “We’ll hang out tomorrow.”
That fixed him immediately.
“Yeah?” he grinned. “At my place or yours?”
A pause.
“...what are you thinking?”
His grin widened. “Depends. You thinking what I’m thinking?”
> “ off.”
Call ended.
Now?
He was just... staring at his screen.
“...I’m actually whipped,” he muttered, dragging a hand down his face.
Pathetic.
He opened Instagram out of boredom, thumb scrolling lazily until—
Her story.
He stopped.
It was simple.
Her. With friends. Smiling.
Happy.
Unbothered.
“...damn,” he exhaled softly.
His thumb hovered over the screen, zooming in slightly without realizing it.
“...my girl looks good.”
A small smile tugged at his lips.
Then—
Ping.
A notification.
Lillian.
> “hey :) u free?”
Colten blinked.
Then shrugged.
> “yea. why”
> “im bored. come over?”
He paused for like... two seconds.
Then:
> “u got good vibes or nah”
> “better than ur lil nerd ;)”
He didn’t even process that part.
> “aight send loc”
—
Lillian’s apartment was exactly what he expected.
Clean. Stylish. Expensive.
Calculated.
Colten leaned back on her couch, one arm stretched across the backrest, legs spread comfortably like he owned the place.
“...not bad,” he nodded. “You got decent taste.”
Lillian smiled. “I try.”
They talked.
It wa
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