Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 7
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He laughed, the sound
deep and somehow able
to stand out against
the loud music and
shouting and noise.
“Don’t worry. I won’t.”
He shrugged before
sending me a glance.
“Not yet.”
I groaned, and it must
have been half-true.
Ticklish parts are like
weaknesses. I’ve had
enough with living a life
full of weaknesses, so I
wasn’t comfortable
with the fact that Seth
—or any other person
for that matter—knew
about my ticklish ears.
I know this probably
doesn’t matter to
others, but it does to
me.
“So.” He said, leaning me
through the crowd. “You
look great.”
I rolled my eyes.
“You’ve probably said
that to every girl you’re
trying to seduce, which,
probably, means pretty
much every girl here.”
He laughed. “Okay, ouch.
You make me sound like
a manwhore.”
“You said that
yourself.” I smiled at
him. “But anyways, care
to tell me something
original this time?
Something you haven’t
told anyone else yet?”
“Something I’ve never
told anyone else yet…”
He thought—or at least
seemed to have—
about it before saying,
“You should smile more.
Makes you look angelic.”
My smile faltered for a
second, together with
my façade. I stared at
him, completely
dumbfounded.
“But of course, with so
many hearts you’ve
broken so far—you
probably aren’t that
angelic,” he quickly
added. I was thankful
that he did, because it
helped me recover from
my trance.
“You don’t know that,”
I said, “I’m actually
really angelic.”
“I bet you are.” He
nodded.
That was when it
happened. It might have
been some spilled beer
or a foot or a wire or
something—it could
have been anything,
really—but the next
thing I knew, I was
falling down, the floor
coming closer and
closer.
But he grabbed my hand
just in time, pulled me
up and locking me in his
embrace instead. He
pulled back, giving just
enough space for us to
look at each other.
“Whoa. Hey. You okay?”
I blinked, trying to
compose myself.
“Perfectly fine.”
“Okay.” When he
released me, I knew my
cheeks were flushed
because of my near-
falling-down-the-floor-
and-making-a-fool-of-
myself experience. “So,
how about some
drinks?”
Thinking about beer and
the fact that I was
supposed to drive
home, I bit my lower lip.
Maybe I could take a
cup or something, just
so he can’t say I’m a
bore, but I wouldn’t
really drink it.
“Are you driving home?”
he asked me.
“Sort of,” I replied. “But
maybe I can get a cup
or—”
“No.” His voice was
hard. Firm. Completely
different from his usual
breezy, cool self. I
couldn’t help but flinch
back, surprised. “I have
some non-alcoholic
drinks somewhere. You
can have those
tonight.” And just like
that, he was back.
He hadn’t apologized for
the sudden change, the
sudden harshness. He
hadn’t even
acknowledged it. It was
if it never happened.
So Seth Everett had
secrets too. Somehow,
this surprised me a lot.
“Come on. The drinks
are by the counter.”
I followed suit.
“I knew you would
come,” he told me over
the music as we made
our way through the
crowd.
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