The Heart Determines

Chapter 14 - Ignorance

Previously from Chapter 13 - Awkward Pictures.........................

Then I looked at the direction his head has turned to.

And saw my depressed fiance.

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Busted. 

"Sabrina, you are a disgrace!! How could you just slobber all over Kevin's lips? I know it's tempting, but you have a fiance!!! You totally did it, Olson. COMPLETELY UNACCEPTABLE!!" yelled my negative side.

Then I saw him walk toward me in a serious manner. When he's finally two feet away from me, he looked me in the eye. He didn't look angry, but not too thrilled either. It's the same facial expression Kevin had when I asked him if he like me before. Emotionless.

A minute later, his eyebrows formed a somewhat 'V' shape and his hand came running toward my face. And slapped the shit out of me.

I covered the injured cheek with my left hand--like any other girl would do-- and look at the victim with shock and horror.

"Look man. This is not what it looks like. Don't blame her for this." Kevin informed.

"Oh really? So it's fine to kiss someone else's fiance?! I don't think so!" angered James.

Then the 'furious one', looked at me with those eyes-- those eyes which darkened from nature green to dark--and suddenly became calm.

"Sabrina. I want you to tell me the truth.....are you cheating on me?"

"James, of course I'm not! We're getting married! Don't we belong with each other?"

"Well, I thought we were. Now.....I'm not to sure about that." he sighed.

My eyes began to fill with tears. One by one dripping down on the golden sand. My body dropping onto it, continuing to weep.

"Why don't we let you decide. Decide who's worthy of your hand." Kevin said as he walked away.

"Tell us in three days, after that..........it's time to choose."

I continue crying my heart out. Trying not to soak my mother's dress. A minute later, James carried me toward the car. I stare at his stern face, but wouldn't notice me, just aiming toward the car. 

For the rest of the day, we didn't speak to one another. Just silence as our responses. 

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"Good morning James! You want to get some coffee at Starbucks?"

He turned to face me. There's that emotionless face again. So uncute.

"No thank you. I prefer to make my own."

".......do you want me to make it for you?"

"That would be unnecessary."

Geez...you're giving me a bad attitude too? -.-

"Well, I'll be buying the groceries then.....see you....."

No response.

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I thought I'd make James' favorite dinner tonight to cheer him up. Fried fish, mashed potatoes with gravy, and Chinese Styled string beans. When i was picking out some potatoes, I saw someone familiar. A floral top, blue skinny jeans, and pink flats. Wendy Jones, my best 'girl' friend.