Complications
Sequel to Terrible Beauty
Chapter Thirty Two
Cole
Abbey walked into the room, Luce standing a little behind
her.
"What's going on?" she asked, eyeing me
suspiciously.
I turned away from Aaron and let go of the glass.
"Nothing."
"Yeah, sure. Aaron, what did he do to you?" Abbey
looked past me.
I felt a pang of jealousy.
"Nothing, babe. Really."
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned again to see Luce behind
me.
"Are you okay?" she asked, staring into my eyes.
"Yeah," I said, looking away from everyone.
Luce pulled my face back to hers. "Are you sure you're
alright, Cole?"
I smiled reassuringly and hugged her. "I'm
fine."
"Okay. If anything's wrong, tell me?"
I pulled back and looked into her face.
"Will you?"
"Yeah," I replied.
She smiled. "Good."
I kept my arms around her and we turned to look at Abbey and
Aaron.
They turned at the same time and Luce cleared her throat.
"Uh... what do you want to do?"
Abbey stared icily at me. "We should go to the beach.
I've not been to the beach in ages."
"I'm in," Aaron stated, slinging his arm around
Abbey.
"Fine, I'll go," I said, looking at Luce.
"K, let me get changed first.. uh, Cole, do you know where
Mom put my clothes?"
"I don't think she moved them, they should be in your
room as usual," I told her.
"Ok, thanks," she smiled.
"I'll come with you, I brought my swim stuff with me, so
I'll change in your room, Luce," Abbey said, following
Luce upstairs.
Aaron walked away muttering something about his shorts were in
his car, so I walked to my room and pulled out a pair of swimming
shorts and changed into them before waiting for the res of
them.
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I was considering leaving, but I love writing so much I think
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As long as no one takes my ideas or formats, I'll stay.
So enjoy this chapter guys (:
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