Out Of My League (Under Revision) (Book 1)

Chapter Twenty

Just imagine me the moment I woke up feeling weightless - mainly because 200 pounds weren't on my back anymore.

But everyone knows what your body feels the need to do every time you do wake up - pee. I need to pee.

"Colton! Hurry up! I need the bathroom!" I knocked on the door trying to keep my bladder in check.

I've been standing at this door for maybe fifteen minutes now and my bladder was overpowering my resistance by the minute.

"Seriously Colton! I really need to go!" I whined crossing my legs and slightly squatting down.

I heard shuffling until I saw the door open wide revealing a smirking Colton as he outstretched his arms. "I feel so refreshed."

I saw my chance and I took it. I went through the small area between Colton's arm and the wall, struggling to get into the bathroom. Once I did, I slammed the door and locked it - I was desperate to use the bathroom.

When I got out the bathroom I - well, I really didn't know what to do.

The movie night between Kara, Holland, Eleighna and I was cancelled last night basically because both of them got grounded for splattering their relatives with paintballs. Nobody expected it, but I did. The last time her relatives visited, they were complete assholes to both of them. I don't blame her.

Just admit it - you want to slap your family members sometimes; possibly, worse than a slap.

I don't know what I expected as I walked to Colton's room - a girl, video games, him with a new bowl of popcorn, etc.

The minute I walked in was when I hoped that there was no half-naked girl on top of him.

Because you know it would hurt in some way.

No, it wouldn't. I just don't want to see something that gross.

Luckily, there wasn't. It was just Colton lying on his bed snuggled under his covers with his bowl of popcorn - Aha! I was right - and watching Olympus Has Fallen.

He turned his head to face me when he heard the door creak open.

"I knew you'd come running back." He smirked.

"No. I just had nothing better to do. And not in that way, pervert." He chuckled. I felt the cold air hit me making me colder than I already was as I wrapped my arms around myself.

"Cold?" I nodded.

He got up and walked the small distance to his closet pulling out a Florida Gators hoodie and tossed it to me.

He plopped back down on his bed, scooting over and patted the empty space beside him in an effort to get me to sit right there.

Key word being effort.

Instead I walked over to his video game stand.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm choosing a video game. What the hell does it look like?" I said, grabbing Call of Duty: Ghosts.

"No." He said, trying to snatch it from my hands as I turned away from him.

"One try. If I fuck up, then it's all yours." I said ducking under his arm and making my way towards the xBox 360.

I could tell he was contemplating the idea, but a smile formed on my face when he sighed. "One try."

Even if he said no, I was still going to do it.

"Yes." I squealed inserting the game I to the console system.

I grabbed a controller and thus started the shooting game.