The Heartbroken - S01 E23

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The Heartbroken - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

He leaned forward from

across the table, one

corner of his lips tilted

upward, his eyes boring

down on me.

“What?” I snapped,

unnerved.

“Well, Evans, I just

finished telling you that

you’re helping me

because you actually

like me.”

I blinked and was

completely caught off

guard as he uttered the

next words—surprised

and more than just

shocked to find them

true.

He smirked. “You didn’t

deny it.”

—

Let’s

Play a Game

If you would have

asked me days ago, I

would have definitely

not expected myself to

end up with Seth

Everett in my bedroom.

I wouldn’t have been

okay with the fact that

he was making himself

comfortable as he

made a makeshift

futon on my floor. I

would never have been

in an argument about

the most ridiculous

things ever—like, let’s

say, whether or not it’s

okay for him to sleep in

nothing but his boxers.

“No,” I said firmly as I

fluffed my own pillow.

Somebody shoot me

now. I had no idea why

I let Seth inside my

house tonight, or why I

cooked dinner for him.

Moreover, I couldn’t

believe I was letting

him sleep here. I must

get my head checked

somewhere, because

something was

definitely wrong with

me.

“But—but—I always

sleep in my boxers,” he

reasoned. “And you

can’t expect me to

wear my jeans—actual

denim jeans—to sleep,

do you?”

“Well, either that or

outside,” I told him,

crossing my arms over

my chest in an attempt

to seem bossier.

He shook his head,

laughing, “Oh, Evans,

aren’t you adorable?” he

said, giving me a

mocking sympathetic

Poor dear look. “What’s

the big deal? It’s not

like you haven’t seen

everything already.”

My face burned as I

threw a pillow at him.

“What can I do to make

you behave?” I whined,

feeling like I’d already

lost a battle. Or maybe I

couldn’t even fight

anymore, exhausted

from everything else

that happened tonight.

He was just opening his

mouth to say

something when I cut

him off and shook my

head, rubbing my right

temple. “You know

what? Never mind. I’m

going to sleep.”

I lied down, only to

realize that the side I’d

always slept on was

facing him. Even though

he was on the floor and

I couldn’t see him (well,

not all of him, anyway),

I still felt a little

awkward about it.

“So I can sleep in my

boxers then?” he asked

me.

Gritting my teeth, I

hissed out a reply, “Yes.

As long as you get out

of my house before my

Mom comes home.”

He grinned then and

made a show of

unbuttoning his pants.

“God!” I exclaimed as I

threw a pillow in front

of my face, shielding

my eyes from the view.

I knew without having

to look that his

eyebrows were raised

in amusement and that

he was smirking at me.

“You’re calling me a god

now just because

you’ve seen my—”

“F--k off,” I snapped,

my voice muffled by

the pillow.

Needless to say, my

reaction only made him

laugh harder. So instead

of actually arguing with

him over again, I just

tried to calm myself

and think of happy

thoughts until I drift off

to sleep. I heard him

shuffling as he probably

lied down on his

makeshift futon. I

didn’t even dare let go

of the pillow, knowing

full well that he could

have actually stripped

off more than just his

pants.

“Hey, Evans?” I heard

him say after a few

seconds in the

darkness. “You’re

actually not so bad

after all.”

“I wish I could say the

same to you,” I said,

“but unfortunately…

you’re actually worse

than I thought you

were.”

Again, it was like I could

see the smile on his

face right now, with

only the right corner of

his lips tipping upward.

Despite this pillow that

obscured my vision and

the darkness and

everything else, I really

knew that he was

smiling at the moment.

“Why don’t you actually

tell me a convincing lie,

Evans? Honestly, I

would have believed you

more if you’d told me

that pigs can fly.”