I hear the sound of two people arguing and walk into the room and find Logan and Colton still fighting. David is leaning back in a new chair, arms folded behind his head, feet crossed, and a smile plastered on his face.
“What the heck is going on between them?” I ask Emma. She turns to me to reply, but David interrupts.
“Ryanne! Emma!” He jumps out of his chair and basically yells at us. Both of us jump back, startled, at his loud tone. Logan and Colton stop arguing and turn to us, with forced smiles.
David walks up and puts his arm across Emma’s shoulders, “Would you two lovely ladies care you join us for a movie?” I swear I see her blush.
“What movie?” she looks up at him, smiling. They are close in height; Emma is a couple of inches shorter.
“What would you like to watch?”
“Something scary.”
I groan. Hearing it, both David and Colton laugh. Logan walks past Colton, brushing his shoulder in the process, and goes over to grab a movie. David drags Emma to the couch and they sit down near each other. I am the only one not sitting down, so everyone turns and looks at me. The only open seat is between Logan and Colton. I walk over reluctantly, not wanting to watch the movie, but not wanting to be a coward and do something else.
“If I have nightmares, I’m blaming you,” I tell Colton.
He chuckles and puts his arms around my shoulders, pulling me towards him. I let him because I know I will need something to hide behind.
Emma has no problem watching the movie. She even laughs at some points. I, however, barely see a single minute of the movie. It is horrible. Colton’s arm tightens around me every time I cringe into his shoulder. I hear the sounds of a saw, bones breaking, and a collective ‘ouch’ from the group around me. Then nothing. It is quiet. The movie is over. I slowly lift my head and find everyone looking at me smiling.
“So, Ryanne, did you enjoy the movie?” asks Logan.
“Oh, yeah. Let’s watch it again!” I sarcastically reply.
We hear the sound of footsteps running down the hallway. All of us turn and look at the door, Tom runs by the room and then a couple of seconds later, turns back.
“There is a disturbance in the woods. Get ready. We need all of your help.” When no one moves, he yells, “Now.” Jumping up, we all run to our rooms. Once in my room, I grab my shoes, put them on, and grab a hair tie. Throwing my hair into a ponytail, I hear my door being thrown open. Colton runs into my room and thrusts a sword at me.
“Take this.”
“I can’t. I don’t know how to use that. I’ll probably injure myself more than anyone else.” He steps towards me and puts a hand on my cheek, brushing his thumb across my cheekbone.
“Please. Just take it,” he pleads. I slowly tear my eyes away from the sword and look up at him. His green eyes stare into mine, begging me to take the weapon. I don’t know why, but I find myself moving closer to him. Hesitantly, I reach forward and grab the weapon from his hands. The cold metal feels too heavy under my grip. My arms aren’t attuned to carrying something like this.
He is standing so close; my heart starts racing as I continue to look into his eyes. His hand slides from my cheek to the back of my neck, leaving a tingling trail beneath his touch. He searches my eyes, not seeing any form refusal, he begins to lean in. He is going to kiss me! I follow his movements and lean towards him. My eyes start to close when I hear someone hit the door as they run into my room.
I jump back, distancing myself from Colton. He doesn’t turn around to see who was at the door; his eyes remain on me the entire time. Trying to keep my blush at a minimum, I lean around him and see David standing at the door, breathing heavily.
“We need you two outside. There are lots of people coming.” He says and then quickly leaves the room. I brush past Colton out of the door. That can wait.
Halfway down the hallway, Colton grabs my elbow and turns me around to face him.
“Ryanne.” Standing on the step above me, Colton is even taller than