Undeniable - Chapter 10

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wait... is this really the tenth chapter???

its getting so long *tear*

but this is an uuber duuber fun story to write and I like where it's going!!!

comment your suggestions and vote por favor!!

<3 #kisses

~@simply_lovely1234567

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I wasn't really sure about things anymore.

I knew the next day after I broke my arm would be fun; Thomas gave me extra special attention, which I never craved but actually enjoyed.

See, I wasn't one for sympathy. I hated the fact that people had ever seen me cry, even Jake and Charlotte.

But it was different with Thomas.

Charlotte sent me to the grocery store that day to pick up some tomatoes for her special tomatoe soup that she makes for me or Jake when we're sick. Or injured.

Thomas saw me leave on my bike and insisted that he tag along.

"What if you fell off and your cast broke?" he said.

"My cast will not break," I told him. 

"Well, I'm coming anyway. I'm on paper duty today."

"Woo hoo."

We rode to the nearest Kroger (unharmed) and I got a cart and strolled down the aisles. I had exactly $38 in my wallet, so Charlotte said if I wanted to buy anything for myself that I should find something cheap so I didn't have to call her to come buy it for me.

I found tomatoes in the vegetable section. Or fruit section. I didn't really know for sure.

Thomas ran up behind me and threw an arm over my shoulder. My stomach instantly filled with butterflies.

"Hey, look what I found," he said, holding up a cake pop kit.

I rolled my eyes. "Stick it in."

Pretty soon, we found the cheapest icing, popsicles, and candy, all totaling to exactly $37.50.

"You make me do bad things," I muttered to him.

"Hey, don't blame me, you picked out the strawberry icing."

I giggled. "It's good!"

He laughed and shook his head.

"So, you're just going to eat that icing straight out of the can?"

"Planning on it."

He raised his eyebrows. "You're lucky I'm your friend, or else you wouldn't have any other ones."

I punched his arm and began putting my items on the conveyer belt and payed the 37.50.

I laughed. "Harsh!"

I stood on the side of the conveyer belt as the clerk counted my money and put it in the register.

Thomas put his hand down and put his face super close to mine.

"I'm just kidding," he said, "you're cute."

The cash register made a ding noise and Thomas walked around me to go get the bag full of stuff. I didn't move.

Did he just call me cute?

What does that mean?

Is that a good thing?

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