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

Chapter Forty-Five

Sleep.

Sleep is the one thing I wanted at this hour.

The hand placed on my back, moving from side to side made me want to go on a rampage.

Your emotional distress doesn't help you any with that.

In fact, I believe my emotional distress is the only influence of that.

"Cupcake." I heard a whisper close to my ear.

"Cupcake." I heard again, his breath fanning over my ear.

"Colton, go away and let me sleep." I groaned.

"Mr. Whiskers is hungry again." He whispered.

"Mr. Whiskers doesn't exist." I groaned again.

"Yes, he does. I just heard him."

"Why must you wake me up?" I asked.

"I'm actually pretty scared of you when someone wakes you up but for right now, I'm not because you can't yell at me or hit me when there are officials downstairs."

"What do they want?" I sighed.

"They didn't tell me anything. They want you." He said.

"They're indirectly forcing me to get up, aren't they?"

"If I were them, I would come back another time but they're insistent."

"This is so difficult." I said. "I have to move."

"That's kinda how life works, Cupcake." He chuckled. His chuckle didn't sound the same - deep, hearty, and joyful. Instead, it sounded dull, light, and low.

I forced myself to get up and as I rubbed my eyes, I caught a glimpse of Colton.

His hair was sticking up everywhere and no, it didn't look like he just got out of a Hollister photo shoot. His face looked pale while his eyes were rimmed red.

"Come here, Colton." I said, beckoning him over with a motion of my hand.

Slowly, he walked over and sat down on my bed, next to me.

His head was drooped down, his eyes staring at his thighs.

"Look at me, Colton." I said, while he looked up at me. "I don't give a single shit about the officials down there. If they need me, then they can wait. I'm not going to ask what's wrong, because it's biting at my ass as well."

"I really want her back." He murmured.

"You went into her room, didn't you?" I asked softly.

He nodded. "I thought that maybe I'd become stronger somehow, but I just kind of broke down, I guess."

"It's okay to break down, Jerkface." I said, as he lied down and rested his head on my lap. "I don't care if you're "supposed" to be this macho guy, I think you can cry." I said, running my fingers through his thick brunette hair. "If Eleighna was here, I think she'd be telling you to stop being such a whiny baby but then she'd hug you." He sniffled. "That didn't make this any better, did it?"

"Good memories make it better." He said.

"Then I think you should keep thinking like that." I said. "I think that's what made me forgive Brendan. I just remembered any kind of good in him that I could."

If anyone walked in here, wouldn't they see a familiar position? A position you saw a few months ago?

But we're not Eleighna and Jace.

We're Elliana and Colton.

Colton and Elliana.

Why does that have a ring to it? A good kind of ring to it? I like it.