Fighter

Chapter Eight- Midnight Kiss and The Rifts

I was kind of disappointed to see that none of the people who commented had read the authors note. Guys, I don't put those on here just to ramble. They are important so please read this one,

Michael, Colton's brother, is in the book Released by oldmenanddragons177, please read it. 30 votes until the next chapter. Who do you want together?

Previously on Fighter:

"I was thinking that I could take you out on a date sometime..." He mumbled quickly looking down. Awh, he looks down like me! Like I do. But a date? Shit. Colton does actually 'want' me... I can't go on a date with Colton, not if Blake is still around.

Blake. Blake. Blake. He's all I ever think about.

"So what do you think?" I've never been on a date before...

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"I uh, um..." I stared into Colton's aqua blue eyes as he waited for an answer. I really shouldn't go on a date with him, especially because my heart is still set on Blake. I feel silly for even saying that though, considering  Blake and I barely even knew each other. I just felt this connection whenever I was around Blake, I felt this pull towards him. "We don't really know each other..." I mumbled, not knowing what to say. He laughed a little and replied,

"Isn't that the point of a date? But I totally get it if you don't want to, it's no problem." Colton managed to give me his best smile, although it didn't reach his eyes. God dammit Emma.

"I would love to go on a date with you." I said, although feeling guilty because of Blake. And it's not even like I was dating Blake, we weren't even together. Maybe Colton won't want to go on a date with me when he finds out I'm Jaycee. Oh gosh, I completely forgot about that until now. This was probably my last night as a normal girl. Blake was going to tell my secret to everyone. That asshole. Why was even feeling bad? He was an ass! I swear I'm going crazy because the next thing I did was completely random and completely insane.

I kissed Colton. And I'm not just talking peck on the cheek kiss like Jerome, I'm talking full out, on the lips, kiss. It was bound to happen though, with him just resting his forehead on mine, it was inevitable.

Colton's lips were actually much softer than I anticipated, they were warm too. He seemed shocked at first but responded a few seconds later. He brought his hand up to my cheek, a sweet gesture, as he kissed me back, passionately. The truth is, while being caught between Blake and Colton, and hell even Jerome, in the end I just wanted to be loved. I wanted to love and be loved in return. I wanted to be wanted. But I just felt like not matter how many times as I kissed a boy or told him I loved him, he would always leave me. I was just never good enough for anyone. If Blake and I did end up dating I wouldn't be enough for him. I'm young, I don't have sex. I can't get in to clubs, or drink. And Colton, he's nineteen! He'd probably like a girl he can be intimate with. What's with me and these older guys? Even if I did like someone my age, I just wouldn't be enough. I never am.

Colton ran his hand through my hair and then pulled out of the kiss before either of us could deepen it, and I think that's what made it so cute, so precious, so, so, innocent. He smiled at me and I smiled up at him, for he was probably 6'4 and although I was tall for a girl, I was short next to Colton and Blake, standing at 5'7.

"What was that?" He asked with a giant smile on his cheek. I looked down at my shoes, blushing. I surprised though, I didn't regret kissing him at all. Blake doesn't want me. I need to stop worrying about him and live my normal teen life, or whats left of it. Colton placed his hand underneath my chin, raising my head so that we were making eye contact once again. "Don't look away from me. It's adorable when you blush." I blushed even more and despite his compliment I looked down. "Emma, look at me." Colton said softly. I slowly raised my head. "You are beautiful," He whispered. He slowly ran his thumb over my bottom lip. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest at any moment. I've never been called beautiful. The closet I've ever come to being called beautiful was being called hot, as Jaycee. I went up on my tippy toes and hugged Colton tight to my body, whispering,