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Chapter 10

*Lily's POV*

Roughly after 15 minutes Thomas came back with my jam and pancakes and orange juice. He proceeded to place them down in front of me before sitting down opposite to me with his own pancakes and orange.

Immediately after my food was placed down in front of me I instantly began scoffing the whole thing down and was done in only a few minutes. I put down my knife and fork only to look up at an amused Thomas staring at me from across the table, is it bad that I forgot he was actually there?

"I'm gathering you must have been really hungry then? Because I know for a fact that the food is definitely not that good." Thomas said, smirking at me.

Damn that boy and his extremely hot smirk.

I took a sip of my orange juice before raising one eyebrow and replying "I like food, got a problem with that, you got a problem with me."

I had no idea where this new found confidence was coming from, but I was loving it. And I honestly do quite like food, in my previous residence food was often scarce with most of our money going into the 'alcohol fund' or hidden away by myself for an occasion like this.

"Whoa chill, I have no problem with that love, or you - I was just curious." Thomas said, putting his hands up in mock defence, that smirk never once leaving his face.

Once he had finished talking it dawned on me that he had called me 'love' and I quickly looked down at my empty plate, my hair covering my face so that he wouldn't be able to see the blush that was now apparent on my face.

After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, Thomas decided to start a conversation again. "So what are you doing here by yourself anyway?"

Has this guy never heard of the saying 'curiosity' killed the cat?

"What, can't a girl just enjoy breakfast by herself on a lovely morning like this?" I quickly covered. Smooth, I thought to myself. I'm getting very good at this lying thing.

"Sure they can. You however - there's something more to it. Call it intuition." He said with a knowing look on his face.

"There is nothing more to it. I am simply out because I was craving jam pancakes and we were all out of them at my home." I said firmly, hoping that I sounded like I was telling the truth.

"That is not why you are here. Now I really know there is something more to it."

"Are you trying to imply that I didn't come here because of my love of jam pancakes?! Because you, my friend - are really crossing the line now!" I said giving him my best glare in hope it would make him back off.

"Yes I am. You. Are. Lyingggg." He dragged out, leaning back in his seat smiling - clearly enjoying this.

"No. I. Am. NOT!" I replied exasperated. Thomas was really getting on my nerves now.

"You are. And your a runaway."

I froze.

"So I believe I'm correct then?" He smugly asked, smirking once again.

"How - How did you know?" I stuttered out, astounded as to how he'd found out. What if he was working for my dad? What if that's how he knew? That must mean my dad must want me back, which wouldn't be a good thing. If he ever caught me I dread to think of what would happen.

"Big rucksack - which I'm willing to bet is stuffed with clothes and whatever you girls need, Your wearing wrinkled clothes, you have messy hair, you asked for a job whilst looking slightly panicked if I may say so and sweetheart, not to be rude - you kind of smell." He said laughing too himself at the end.