Into Your Arms

Chapter 18

"Colton…" I drop beside him as he sits on his couch playing some video game.

"Yeah?" he mashes on the controller as some guy with a gun runs around.

"Can you help me?" I chew my lip and glance at my paper. I know I told him originally I didn't want him helping me because of the whole I'm kinda stupid thing but right now I need help. Throw pride out the window because if I fail this paper I will most definitely fail the class.

"What is it?" he keeps his eyes locked on the screen as I lean back against the couch.

"I had to write a paper for Mr. Grains' class," I explain flipping through pages. "We are in a creative writing section for class and through I have all the info right and hit the solid points and everything seems right but the flow of it… It just seems to be… I don't know…"

"Seems bland?" he arches a brow and I nod.

"Completely," I frowned running my hand through my hair. "Mr. Grains always tells me no matter the subject of my paper is that I have the information perfect but 'I don't have passion'," I mock his voice of what he always says. "I don't like writing. How am I supposed to get passion for something I don't like?"

"Ten writing is passion," he tells me like I'm dumb. "Words can be extremely passionate," he informs me.

"Yeah speaking them but the whole writing them no. I can say things all day but when I write it, it sounds stupid."

"You do know writing is like what you are saying right?"

"I know that Colton but when I start writing it it sounds lame and dumb. I don't even like talking like that so how do I write it?" I question knowing I just suck at English. When it comes to writing I just can't do it.

"Ok well what are we writing?" he takes the paper from my hand as he sits down his game controller.

"We are reading a book in class but you know its old English so it's written all…old people like," I scrunch my face not understanding a damn thing about it and Colton chuckles. "So Mr. Grains decided he would break us up into groups of four and assign us each a chapter to rewrite."

"Rewrite?"

"Yeah, he said put it into young people words," I use air quotes. "Said that maybe if would help us understand it better if we word it how we think it sounds. Then he is going to read over, grade it and then put all the work together and maybe it would make us get it better."

"The idea of it seems pretty good. Not many people get old English. They talk around the story so much that it gets all lost in translation."

"Exactly and well my chapter was broken up between the four of us and I read the others and it's awesome… Mine isn't…" I frown.

"Yours isn't bad Ten," he reads over my scribbled writing as his brows knit together as he studies it. He reads it for awhile, nodding at a few points, tilting his head at others. It doesn't take long for him to read the three pages, surprising me. Takes me damn forever to read one page of a book let alone three full papers, but not Colton, he just speed reads through it like it's that easy. "Ok," he sets the paper down on the coffee table before him as he turns to face me. "Close your eyes," he instructs and I look at him confused. "Just trust me…"