The Heartbroken - S01 E21

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The Heartbroken - S01 E21

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 21

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Other than that, I’ve

pretty much never seen

one this close. And is it

just me or is Seth’s…

I’m not even saying it.

Nope, not even thinking

of it.

“Seriously, Evans? You

—”

“Do you want to sleep

in the streets tonight or

what!?” I snapped, my

eyes still shut and my

hands still covering my

face.

“God,” I heard him say.

“Well, this should be

fun.”

“Seth, I’m warning you

—”

“Don’t worry. I’m all

covered up now.”

I heaved a sigh and

turned to him to shout

obscenities and scold

him and do just about

anything that could be

considered payback. But

then my eyes widened,

seeing as he was still

not wearing anything.

“Not,” he said, his blue

eyes glinting with

mischief.

And with my eyes

closed again, I found

myself wondering just

what I had signed up

for. “You’re an ass!” I

yelled.

“It’s good I have a

great ass then!” he

yelled back, and I knew

he was now farther

away from me.

“A-----e,” I muttered.

“I heard that!” he said,

the sound of his

laughter moving farther

and farther in the

house, as if it belonged

to him. The nerve

“Seth, if I turn around

one last time and you’re

not yet covered up,

you’ll be sleeping

outside naked.”

He was still laughing.

I could tell that he was

now sobering up a little.

He was srill drunk, but

he had enough sense

for him to make fun of

me.

“Seth,” I warned him.

“Three.” I heard some

shuffling. “Two.” I could

feel him walking

towards me. “I’m not

kidding.”

“It’s fine,” he said.

I didn’t open my eyes

immediately, knowing

how that ended up five

minutes ago. So slowly,

I cracked open one eye,

then the other, and I’m

not even kidding when I

tell you that I sighed

loudly in relief to see

that he was now

wearing his pants. He

was, however, not

wearing a shirt.

“Go put a shirt on,” I

said, crossing my arms

over my chest.

“Can I borrow one? I

sort of threw up on my

shirt,” he added this

with a scowl, as if he

himself couldn’t believe

that he would actually

throw up on his own

shirt.

“I’ll… find you

something.”

And that, my friends,

was how Seth Everett

ended up wearing

Cedric’s used-to-be

favorite shirt. The black

one with the goofy

eyes on the front.

“This belonged to him?”

he asked, tugging at

the collar as if it would

infect him.

“Yes, it did. And it’s the

only shirt here that

could actually fit you.

Unless, of course, you

want to wear mine?”

“No, thank you,” he said

and walked towards

the couch again,

staggering a little. He

could stand better now

than earlier. “Hey, Kyla?”

“Uh huh?” I asked him.

He paused for a while,

suddenly smirking. “Tell

me,” he said, doing a

ridiculous pose in front

of me, “I look better in

it than that idiot, don’t

I?”

At first I didn’t know

how to react because it

seemed so random, but

before I knew it, I burst

out laughing. “You’re an

idiot.”