The Heartbroken - S01 E09

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The Heartbroken - S01 E09

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“And the most innocent

way possible there is

is…?”

“Just this.” He made a

vague gesture wuth his

hand. “Hanging around.”

I almost laughed at him.

I never knew he could

be so lame. Who, in their

right minds, would just

hang out, nothing more?

But at least I didn’t

have to make out with

him—or with anyone

for that matter. I didn’t

like making out with

other people if Cedric

wasn’t around. This,

just “hanging out,” was

actually a good thing for

the night. So I played

along.

“Well, I’m yours for the

night,” I said, opening

my arms in a gesture

that said I’m all yours. I

leaned closer and in a

lower voice, I said, “In

the most innocent way

possible.”

He tensed, pupils

dilating. I knew I finally

succeeded in seducing

the school’s player.

Satisfied, I walked

ahead of him and asked

him with the most

innocent smile I could

come up with, “Well,

what are you waiting

for? Let’s hang out.”

“D--n it,” he said.

“How can you look so…

innocent and be so

brutal?”

I laughed, rolling my

eyes. “It’s a gift.”

We finally reached the

bar and counter, and he

handed me my drink. He

got himself a beer and

we just hung out for a

while.

I was actually, and

surprisingly, having a

good time when the

most unexpected thing

happened. Something

that was enough to

suddenly have all my

walls up in a split-

second.

You know those

moments when

everything was going

fine—when you were

actually having a good

time, then all of a

sudden this person

comes and everything is

ruined? Well, that’s

what happened to me.

I turned to Seth, who

was still telling me

something with a smile

on his face. “Right?” he

finished, turning to me.

I returned his smile

with my best one,

“Absolutely,” I agreed,

although I didn’t know

what in the world he

was talking about. I

looked over at Cedric,

eyeing him tentatively.

He was seated on one

corner, alone, checking

his watch.

Turning back to Seth, I

looked for a way to get

some things started. So

I said, “I better get

going.”

“What, why?”

I laughed. “Well, it’s

getting late.”

“It’s freaking nine

o’clock.”

“And I have a freaking

strict Mom.” A lie.

He was shaking his

head, chuckling. “Don’t

we all do.”

I eyed Cedric again, who

was now staring at me,

mouth agape. Finally. I

made a motion of

taking one step, two—

Before deliberately

slipping and landing on

Seth’s lap. It was my

first time trying this

move, but at least it

worked without me

losing a tooth or

actually falling down the

floor.

Giggling, I let out an,

“Oops. I slipped.”

He placed his hands on

my waist. “Do you

always fall?” he asked

me, his breath grazing

my face.

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “I…”

I had my face close to

his, then apparently

backed away just as he

was about to kiss me.

I stood up from his lap,

and I got back on my

seat.

“Should I stay?” I asked

him, my voice dropping

a tone lower, as it

usually does when it

comes to this time.

“Absolutely,” he replied.

I took another drink—

non-alcoholic, of course

—and let the silence

hang in the air. He was

just staring at me, and

I knew he wanted me.

With Cedric here now, it

was completely okay

for him to make his

move now.

Almost as if he had

read my thoughts, he

did.

He rested his hand on

one of my thighs,

somehow managing to

come closer within less

than seconds. He

practically pulled me

right on his lap again. His

lips were dangerously

close to my ears as he

whispered, “Let’s go

somewhere else.”

Hoping I didn’t look

disgusted, I turned to

him and twined my

fingers at the back of

his neck, smiling at him.

“Why not?” I asked him.

He buried his face in my

neck, kissing me. I

closed my eyes and

pulled him closer, even

though all I wanted to

do was push him off. I

looked at that dark

corner of the room,

seeing Cedric, and

smiling in triumph to

myself as his figure

walked closer, closer,

closer to us.

The hand on my thigh

seemed to have

traveled up it, slipping

right under my skirt,

and his other hand

started to travel up my

stomach, under my

blouse, lips still on my

neck. A finger started

to slip under the wire of

my bra, then two.

But then before I knew

it, someone was

yanking me off of Seth.

I looked up and saw

Cedric glaring darkly at

me.

“That’s enough,” he

said. “Goddammit! What

the hell are you doing,

Kyla?”

Seth stood up. “Hey,

man. We were busy.”

Cedric glared at him.

“Hey, man. Now you’re

not.” And he pulled me

away.

Cedric showed up.

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