Never Letting Go

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

   When I woke up the next morning, I was pinned to the bed. Colton’s head was on my shoulder and his arm was around my waist. I tried to turn over and wiggle out of his grasp, but it only tightened.

   “Colt,” I managed to free one arm and tried to get the other one out, “Get off me.”

   “No,” he mumbled against me, “You’re comfy.”

   I glanced over at the clock, “Well we’re both going to be late if you don’t hurry up.”

   His head lifted up slightly, looking at the time, before dropping down on me again, “It’s only 6:30.”

    I managed to get enough of me out that I was now leaning on my elbows, “What would your parents think if they walked in on us right now?”

   “Neither would really care. In fact, my mom would probably be thrilled.”

    I sighed and looked over my shoulder at him, “Colt… you’re crushing me.”

   He rolled over, pulling me onto his chest, “And now I’m not. Be quiet Olive, I’m trying to sleep.”

   I laughed and pried his arms off me, getting off the bed and walking to his dresser, “Well you wouldn’t let me sleep last night so I’m not letting you sleep now.”

   “Come on Liv. School doesn’t start till 7:15. We have plenty of time.”

   “No. It’s a 10 minute drive and you should allow at least an extra 5 minutes so we should be leaving in 25-30 minutes.”

   “Don’t go all math geek on me,” he complained, sitting up and running a hand through his hair. He opened his eyes and looked over at me, “Did you need to shower?”

   I shook my head, “No, I’m fine. I’ll probably shower later on when I get home.”

   “You’re not coming over later?”

   I shrugged, “I’ve been coming over almost every day for the past two weeks. Don’t you want a break from me? I’m sure you have other friends that would like to spend time with you.”

   “Not really. I mean, they’re all on the team and we’re together during practice.”

   “Well maybe you’re not sick of me but you’re parents would probably like to have some time with just you.”

   He shook his head and came over, grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, “Come on, my parents love you. They have no problem with you being around. But we could always switch it up and hang out at your house.”

   I looked down, pulling at my sleeves, “That wouldn’t really work… I mean you know, my dad doesn’t want me having people over when he’s not home.”

   “I just think it’s a bit weird that we’ve been friends for like 1o years and I’ve only been inside your house like twice. And that was over 8 years ago. And I’ve never really met your dad.”

   “He’s busy with work. And you’ve seen him.”

   “Yeah I know. But we’ve never officially met. You should bring him over with you for dinner next time.”

   “You should get in the shower now,” I said, changing the subject, “Otherwise we’ll be late.”

   After glancing at the clock, he quickly hurried into the bathroom. I sighed and sat on the bed. We’d been having that conversation more often lately. I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to stall it. With how persistent he was, I was surprised I’d been able to stall it for this long.