The Heartbroken - S01 E14

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The Heartbroken - S01 E14

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 14

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Completely suspicious, I

answered reluctantly.

“Hey. What’s up?”

“I just wanted to ask

you something,” he

said, straight to the

task at hand without

even a greeting or

whatever.

“Make it quick,” I said,

itching to start reading

The Comeback Season

already.

“Well, um, uhh.”

I rolled my eyes. “Seth,

how did you manage to

reach high school with

that vocabulary?”

I could almost see him

stare darkly at me, his

eyes probably squinting

to glare at me. “Fine.

Well, I just wanted to

know if you like the

color red.”

The color red?

Seriously? Could he be

any more random than

this? “What the hell are

you up to?”

There was a cheerful

undertone in his voice

as he said, “Do you like

red or not?”

“Why is this suddenly

important to you?” I

inquired, still not fully

believing that this was

anything close to an

innocent question. I

mean, seriously. What

kind of person would

call a girl at seven to

ask what she thinks

about the color red?”

“Do you like it?” he

repeated.

Stubborn bastard. Not

wanting to go through

fifty more Do you like

its, I just decided to

answer him. “No, I

don’t. As a matter of

fact, I hate red.”

“Perfect,” he muttered.

“Okay, that’s all. See

‘ya!”

“Hey—wait—what—”

I stammered out but

before I could finish

whatever I was saying,

he already hung up on

me.

Mental. He’s completely

mental. I tossed my

phone on the bed and

for a moment, I

wondered what that

was all about before

finally looking down at

Comeback Season.

—

When I entered the

cafeteria the next day,

I don’t know what

surprised me most: The

fact that North Crest

High was actually

serving steak for lunch,

the surprising

appearance of Ronald

Stolowitzski in the

cafeteria (the jocks

usually lock him up in

the bathroom during

lunchtime and this is

the first time I saw him

having lunch in the

cafeteria), or the

twenty or so balloons

that obscured my vision

when I entered.

The balloons were held

securely by none other

than Seth.

He grinned. It hit me

then, what he was

trying to do.

This was his first plan

to show the students

that he’s courting me?

A gazillion fan-freaking-

tastic red balloons? No

wonder he was asking

me about red last night.

And I knew he did it

purposely to annoy me

—using red instead of

another color.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t

have said “perfect”

when I admitted my

unexplained hatred for

red.

Everyone in the

cafeteria sent us wide-

eyed stares and open-

mouthed faces. They

obviously knew that

this was big news. Seth

Everett was just too

popular not to make

everyone stare. Even

Ronald Stolowitzski,

who always hung his

head low to avoid other

people, was staring

openly at us.

Not that I could blame

them. I, too, was

surprised. I mean, I

know he said he would

“court” me, but I never

thought he’d do

extravagant stuff like

this.

He prompted the

balloons closer to me.

Grudgingly, I accepted

them, smiling sickly

sweet at him even

though my eyes were

sending him one

message only: I’m going

to effing kill you.

With my right hand, I

clutched the balloons

tightly.

“Kyla Evans… will you

please go out with me

Saturday night?” he

asked me. His voice

was just normal, really.

Not loud, not quiet. Just

normal. But he didn’t

have to yell anyway.

Everyone was staring

silently as they

watched us.