Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

16

I stand nervously outside my dorm, my phone in my hand. I'm pacing against the cold air but Laine's jacket helps. For springtime, the nights sure are chilly. 

Arms wrap around me from behind and I lean back in the embrace. A breath of relief escapes me. For a second I truly thought he'd ditch me because he changed his mind about our relationship.

 "Hi, Laine."

He shifts so he's standing in front of me now, his arms still around me. "Is that how you treat every guy who hugs you from behind? What if it wasn't me?"

"Then I'd be screwed." I pat his cheek before giving him a quick peck on the lips. Then I sigh, nerves budling up once again. "Laine, you don't have to take me tonight if you don't want to. I understand."

Deep down, I feel unsettled about the fact that he hasn't freaked out more. If anything, I feel like he needs an out

He senses my uncertainty and sighs before resting his forehead against mine. "Babe, for the millionth time, it's fine. I've had time to freak out, punch something, and-"

"Punch something?" I ask, amusement shining through. He sheepishly grins and pulls far enough to showcase his knuckles. They're bruised but also healing. I gently rub my fingers over him, careful not to hurt him. "Whoever treated this did a horrible job."

He weakly smiles. "Hey! I take offense to that."

I raise his knuckles to my lips and place a gentle kiss. "Next time you want to take out your aggression, call me after. I happen to be an expert."

"I'm not usually a violent person. If I was, I wouldn't be president of my charter," he boasts before turning serious once again. "So far, you've been the only one who brought out the side of me."

"I'm sorry." The words seem so insignificant. I wish there was more I could do to ease my guilt, especially considering he's over it.

He groans and takes my hand, pulling me along. "I don't mean that in a bad way. I'm just saying, I haven't had feelings for anyone in a long time, let alone to the point where I feel like punching a wall. Take it as a compliment."

"Okay, okay!" I softly laugh. Leave it to Laine to shift the mood fifty times during one conversation. It's one of the reasons I like him. "Wait, are we walking there?"

"Yup! Hope you brought your walking shoes."

I glance down at my shoes - a ratty pair of old Vans - and smile. "If I get tired, will you carry me?"

He glances over at me to make sure I'm joking before smirking. "Nope. I'm a firm believer in equality. Either you walk the entire way or carry me."

"Ugh, aren't frat boys supposed to be chivalrous and misogynistic?" I feign annoyance.

In a swift movement, my wrist is tugged so I'm flush against Laine. He smirks down at me and uses his free hand to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear. "I thought we established I don't fit into the stereotype."

I thoughtfully tap my chin. "I don't think I have enough evidence to back that up." His smirk widens as he lowers his head to mine. I smile against his lips before kissing him back full force.

He pulls away and chuckles when I pout. "We should go before someone breaks something."

"Or, we could go back to your place and make out?" I suggestively wiggle my brows.

He feigns panic as he holds me by the shoulders and lightly shakes. "Who are you and what have you done with my alcoholic Ellie?"

"Hey!" I scowl.