Chapter Thirty Two

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"Where are you?" I asked. I could hear the sound of shopping carts in the background.

"I'm literally staring directly at you," her voice came through the speaker, irritation mixed with amusement. I scrunched my eyebrows together and looked around in confusion.

"Where are you?" I repeated. I could practically hear her rolling her eyes. I felt a sharp pain in the back or my hand. I reflexively moved my hand back to civer the area and I felt my hand hit someone else's. I whirled around to see Gwen staring at me like I was an idiot.

"I was, like, 4 yards away from you."

"Meters," I corrected.




"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." She shoved me in the chest and then walked down the aisle. We spent the next 30 minutes grabbing sweets, chips, drinks, etc. At some point, Gwen had picked up this really weird soda, holding it up for me to see.

"Good or nah?" she asked. I scrunched up my nose in response and she put it back. I started wandering around, going around the corner to look at the small bags of chips they only sold in the single bags. I nearly did a double take when I saw a familiar blonde with bright blue eyes. I turned and walked as quickly as I could toward.

"We have to go, like right now," I told her as I spun her around by the elbow. She gave me a confused look, but let me pull her down the aisle. "There's a girl here that Phil used to date."

"Okay," she said, drawing out the last syllable. "What's the problem?"

"They broke up because she tried to kiss me. While he was in the other room asleep!" Gwen's eyes got huge and it suddenly felt as if she was the one pulling me. We were almost to the cash register when I heard her voice call out my name.


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