The Heartbroken - S01 E18

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The Heartbroken - S01 E18

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 18

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So imagine how

awkward it was when I

bumped into Hail at the

convenience store. Her

blonde hair was piled in

a messy bun on top of

her head, her glasses

perched on her little

nose. She was wearing

a sweater dress with

leggings. The sleeves

were a little too long for

her, but she had always

pulled this look off

perfectly.

“Oh, hey. Sorry,” I said.

She looked away and

nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

I stood there, waiting

for her next move. She

didn’t take a step

immediately, looking

hesitant as she looked

at me. Finally, she

heaved a sigh and said,

“I’ve been hearing

about Seth.”

I looked down. “Yeah,

well—”

“Cedric seems mad,”

she said.

Her vocabulary had

always been careful,

not tainted by this

generation’s free

curses and stuff. I

would have said the

word pissed instead of

mad, but not Hail.

“What right does he

have to feel mad?” I

replied, looking down.

She looked me straight

in the eye. Her green

eyes were searching

mine behind her glasses.

“Well, he could be mad

because the Kyla he

knows is slipping

away.”

“The Kyla he knows

would still be here if he

hadn’t broken my heart

in the first place,” I said.

“And, the Kyla he

knows would still be

here if her best friend

didn’t suddenly walk

away from her.”

I could tell I struck a

nerve, with the way

she flinched a little, but

then she leveled her

gaze with mine and

said, “I didn’t walk

away,” she said. “You

were the one who

suddenly left.”

“You could have

followed me,” I said.

“You were changing too

fast.” She shook her

head. “I tried, Kyla. I

really did. I know how

hard it could have been

for you, so I tried. But

there’s no place for a

nerd in those parties.”

I looked down. “You

could have tried harder.”

“You could have

stopped to wait for

me,” she shot back.

I didn’t have an answer

for that.

“I gotta go,” she

murmured and pushed

past me, leaving me

standing there alone. I

was tempted to tell her

to wait, but I didn’t.

Without so much as a

glance in her direction, I

started to walk too.

—

“What are you doing

here?” I asked, eyes

wide.

The moment I got out

of my car, I knew

something was wrong.

I sensed it even before

I saw him.

“What the hell are you

doing here?”

Seth Everett blinked

thrice, his eyes

unfocused as he looked

at me. A slow grin

spread across his face

and he stood up

unsteadily. “Kyla!”

I took a step back.

What the hell? I haven’t

even entered our house

and Seth was already

here to bother me? And

moreover, was he

actually drunk or high or

something?

The smile on his face

was completely

different to his half-

smiles and smirks. The

smell of liquor invaded

my nose as he took a

staggering step

towards me.

“Why are you here?” I

asked him, crossing my

arms over my chest.

He grinned. “To sleep.”

Well, d--n.