Adopted by Pentatonix (#Power10)

Chapter 32

This chapter is dedicated to Panadol because I feel sick asf and Panadol just saved my life (not literally).

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Recap: Oh Shane😍
"You're hot," I blurt out and then blush slightly while he grins.

"Oh yeah?" He asks and I nod shyly. "You're beautiful," he says, making my heart rate speed up and my cheeks get hotter.

"No I'm not," I mutter and glance down at my stomach. When I look back up at him, he's frowning at me. "I'm fat."

He sighs and shakes his head. "You know what?" He asks and I shake my head. "You're not beautiful," he says and my breath catches in my throat. Tears prick my eyes and the seriousness on his face kills me.

"Okay," I whisper, averting my gaze from his. "I think I should go n-"

"You're not beautiful," he repeats, cutting me off again and I glance up at him, tears starting to fall.

"Okay," I whisper again. "I get it-"

"You're not beautiful," tears stream down my cheeks as he leans forward. "Because you're fucking gorgeous."

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{30th December, same time as before}

"I.... What?" I sniffle and he smiles softly.

"You're not beautiful because you're gorgeous." Shane repeats and I blush deeply.

"You're lying," I mutter. "I'm fat."

His eyes turn hard. "Show me,"

"What?" I ask him, my eyes widening.

"Show me your stomach," he demands. "Not meaning to be a perv, I just want to see your 'fat' stomach." He uses his fingers to put quotation marks around the word 'fat'.

"I-....." I look at him through the screen. He looks back at me. "Okay..." I whisper and stand up off my bed. I turn my laptop around so he can see me and turn sideways.

"I can't see it through your jumper," he says softly and I gulp, feeling tears stream down my face again, and nod slightly. I take a deep breath before slowly lifting my sweater up. I grimace when I see it in the camera on the laptop and turn my head away. "Geez," he whispers and I nod.

"I know, I'm fat." I whisper back and let go of the sweater and it falls back down.

"No," his eyes bore into mine as I sit back down. "You're fucking skinny," he breathes and my eyes widen.

"You think so?" I lift my sweater up again and inspect my stomach. I could lose a few more pounds.

"If you lose a few more pounds, you're going to collapse." He reads my mind and I put my sweater back down, locking eyes with him.

"I already did," I mutter under my breath, not meaning for him to hear, but unfortunately he does and curses.

"You what?!" He exclaims.

"Nothing! It's not important," I assure him and his eyes widen.

"Like hell it is!" He shouts and I flinch. "Skylar, have you collapsed already?"