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

Chapter Thirty-Five

Watching Eleighna sleep in that hospital bed made me want to cry.

Her head had no sign hair ever had a position on it and the cancer was spreading quickly.

I wanted to do what I could to help.

The Chemo stopped working.

What was there to do?

Colton sat on the seat next to me just sleeping quietly.

He looked as if he was having a bad dream.

It was simple signs that told me this - nose scrunching, his hand gripping the ledge of the chair, his sleep movements.

I wanted to calm him down. I wanted to comfort him.

Like he has for me.

I reached right hand over to his left and let my fingers worm their way under his hand until they fit like a puzzle between his.

He squeezed gently.

He calmed down slightly but I knew that simple hand-holding couldn't do the trick.

I squeezed his back and got my left hand and gently shook his shoulder.

"Colton?" I asked, hoping for a small reaction. "Jerkface?"

"Hey, Jerkface. Wake up."

He lifted his eyelids slowly before picking up his head and rubbing his eyes with his right hand.

"What?" His voice sounded. It sounded husky and just the way a boy sounds in the morning.

The only difference was that it wasn't morning, it was nighttime.

"It's eight already. The nurses will be in soon."

"We can stay for a bit longer, can't we?" He asked, his eyes drooping a little.

"Yeah." I nodded.

He straightened himself up before looking at Eleighna's still form, slowly breathing up and down from her intakes and exhales of breath.

She looks so peaceful.

At her side was Jace.

Their fingers are intertwined.

It's the scene you see a lot.

Colton looked at our intertwined hands but did nothing to pull away or signal that he was uncomfortable.

He stayed and he smiled.

Maybe a few seconds later, he rested his head against the chair and resumed his sleep.

In all honesty, he is gorgeous.

I found him amazing.

I have always had trouble with boys.

If one had come up to me when I was fourteen, it's like a stream of stutters would start.

I would get nervous and I would barely utter ten words before I embarrassed myself.

Later on, I just didn't care and figured that I'll fall in love when I fall in love.

But Colton?

Colton was someone I never expected.

He still is.

Colton is someone I never expected.

I had expectations back at fourteen years old.

I wanted a man to hold me and kiss me whenever he saw me and constantly say I love you. I wanted him to put his jacket over a puddle for me. I wanted him to constantly do something for me to let me know that he loves me every hour, every minute, and every second of the day.