Re: Corey & Colt | Colt's Dorm
Corey did't know what hurt more, the fact that he had been pretending or the fact that now he was doing his best to make her angry and upset. Or maybe it was the tension that was between them. They had never had tension, even when she was hiding the fact that she liked him from everyone. It made her stomach knot and her heart feel like it was being tugged to the bottom of her stomach. She wished there was a way to rewind the clock. To go back before they got to this stupid school and were exposed to this stupid game. She wished Logan were here.
She wished her mom were here.
Brushing the thoughts aside as he stepped out of her reach, she tried to disguise how much it hurt that Colt was just acting like she wasn't even there. Like she was nothing. Corey wasn't trying to use her tears to gain sympathy, but he normally at least looked guilty when he saw that she was crying. He was never this cold, never this dismissive. It felt like she'd been punched in the stomach as she watched him go about preparing for this dare as if nothing had happened. When all she could think about was that kiss and how much she wanted to do it again. Maybe without the fighting part, of course.
"Are you insane?" she asked as he went over the instructions as if he were telling her where to meet for lunch. Corey might have normally felt confident that he was so confident, but at the moment it just irritated her. And after what Colt and Wess had said about this game and its consequences, she couldn't push the fear aside. "You know how I feel about these things, and now you have to ride one BLINDFOLDED while I direct you? And you act like this happens every day?!" Shaking her head, she had half a mind to jerk her head away as Colt leaned in to placed the helmet on, but her fear won out over her pride. "So lean towards the falling motion that could splatter me all over the ground. Got it. Awesome."
Despite her anger, Corey's arms wrapped tightly around him, not needing the reminder not to let go. Even with everything that had happened, everything they needed to discuss, she still felt safest when she was with Colt. No matter what anyone thought about his temper or behavior, Corey had always known he would never let anything happen to her. Not that he could really do much in this situation, but the feeling was there. A soft yelp left her as he kicked the stand and started out of the garage, her surprise at the feeling being on the bike brought only increasing her fear. There was nothing surrounding her, nothing to protect her. To protect them.
The wind whipped what hair wasn't under the helmet around her face, but she didn't let up her grip on him despite how it felt like her heart was going to beat out of her chest. She had to do this for Colt. If he failed this dare then he would die, just like her mom. But unlike her mother, Corey could do something to help him. "No," she yelled over the wind, her answer turning into a squeal as Colt hit the gas. She gripped him tighter, pressing herself against his back, as he sped down the road. It was mostly open so far, which did nothing to calm her as she noticed red brake lights in the distance. Out of nowhere, a car turned onto the highway, cutting them off sharply.
"Slight left NOW," she yelled in his ear, figuring being specific about how much of a movement he should make was the way to go.