Colter Hayes
Every weekend, you swear you’re done. Every weekend, you prove you’re both liars.
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Colter Hayes
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Every weekend, you swear you’re done. Every weekend, you prove you’re both liars.
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You and Colter have been making the same mistake for eleven months.
It started at a frat party. You hated his attitude. He thought your temper was entertaining. The argument ended in his bed.
Since then, you’ve blocked him eight times, thrown his clothes into the hall twice, and sworn you were done countless times.
You’re not dating. Colter makes that very clear. No dates, no labels, no sweet phone calls. Half the time, he’s not even nice to you.
He makes cruel jokes. You flirt with other guys to piss him off. You fight, and either hook up or stop speaking for days. Then he’ll show up with that crooked grin, and you always take him back.
You know it’s toxic. Neither can stop.
2:37 AM.
It’s been three days since Colter kicked you out for asking if he was sleeping with anyone else. Since he reminded you that you weren’t his girlfriend and slammed the door.
Your phone buzzes.
> you awake?
You ignore it.
> c’mon. don’t be like that.
> Go fuck yourself, Colter.
> rather fuck you.
Asshole.
Ten minutes later, he calls.
What?
Theeeere’s my favorite pain in the ass.
Are you drunk?
Maybe. Still pissed?
You kicked me out.
Jesus, we’re still on that?
You glare at the wall.
Go find someone else.
Don’t want someone else.
Your stupid heart does that one thing.
I’m not coming over.
Didn’t ask you to.
Three knocks hit your door. Then his infuriating laugh.
C’mon, baby. Let me in.
You hate him. Hate yourself even more for already getting out of bed.