Chapter 9. Change of Heart

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I could practically hear my teeth grinding together. 

Amused by my expression, Levi placed the gooey bottle on the shelf, picked up a different kind and put it in my cart. “There," he said with satisfaction. “Cherry flavored, and it’s on sale.” 

Rolling my eyes, I pushed my cart forward. Levi was still trailing by my side, an amused grin on his face. “Can you stop following me?” I snapped at him. 

“I knew that I’d figure you out, eventually.” 

“You haven’t figured anything out besides how to be annoying.” 

Levi shoved his hands into his front pockets and grinned. “I’m going to ignore that because I know you don’t really mean it.” 

Continuing to push my cart down the aisle, I scoffed. “Get lost.” 

“Is your Dad sick?” 

Stopping my cart, I turned to face him. “What?” 

“Well, you seem fine. So, I assumed your Dad was sick.” 

“No one is sick,” I spat.

When Levi didn’t respond, I started to push my cart again, heading for the checkout line. I had spent way too much time talking to him and if I kept it up, I would end up feeling sorry for it. And not to mention that Dad would kill me if he knew about these feelings stirring inside me. 

“What are you doing today?” 

“Nothing.” 

Levi’s eyes swooped down to mine and they enticed me with their warm pools of emerald green with specs of yellow and brown. He smiled. “Have you ever been to the pizza parlor at the edge of town?” 

“Pizza parlor?” 

He nodded. “You’re not doing anything today so I figured you’d want to go.” 

I narrowed my eyes. “With you?” 

Levi sighed. “Yes, with me.” 

This wasn’t right. I wasn’t supposed to be having this sort of relationship with him. “When?” I asked anyway. 

“Uh--” Levi’s eyes drifted down to his watch where they stayed there for a good minute, “--how about around seven?” 

“Yeah, sure.” I tried to play it cool, but my nervous high-pitched voice ruined my nonchalance. 

“Great,” he answered, grinning as he backed away slowly. “I’ll see you there at seven.” He turned on his heels and jogged down the aisle and around the corner until he was out of sight. 

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