The Heartbroken - S01 E24

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The Heartbroken - S01 E24

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 24

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I’m not lying,” I said,

huffing a little in

protest.

“There you go again!

Another lie, right off

the bat. Seriously,

Evans.” I could hear the

grin on his face. I could

practically see him doing

that smirk-ish grin of

him.

“It’s not a lie.” My voice

was growing louder as

irritation creeped in.

He chuckled. “Three lies

in a row. You’re a really

bad girl. But honestly.

Give me some credit.

I’m not stupid and I

know that you actually

realized I’m not quite as

bad than you think I

am.” I was about to

protest again, but he

cut me off before I

could utter anything. “If

you really thought that

I was worse than your

idea of me, then I

wouldn’t be here in your

room right now. I would

never even have set

foot in this house, since

you would have most

likely slammed the door

in front of me.”

Smartass.

“So, Evans. Will I be

hearing a fourth lie?”

“Fine, okay?” I snapped,

feeling exhausted.

“You’re not so bad after

all either. Happy now?”

It was silent. He didn’t

chuckle, he didn’t say a

witty response.

Instead, silence covered

us like a blanket, and

like earlier, I knew that

once again—he was

smiling.

—

“Evans, Evans.”

The whisper woke me

up. When I opened my

eyes, the first thing I

saw was Seth Everett.

I bolted upright. “What

are you doing here?” I

snapped, looking at my

bedroom’s door and

window for a sign of

forced entry. I even

eyed my alarm clock,

the closest weapon I

could use if Seth

decided to attack me.

Before I could pick it up

and smash it against

his head, last night’s

events came flashing

back to me, and I

lowered my guard a

little, the key word

being little. “Oh,” I said.

“What time is your

mom coming home?” he

asked me.

He was sitting on my

floor, the comforters

and blankets in a

tangled heap around

him.

Again, I looked at my

alarm clock, checking

the time. It was a little

past six a.m. I stifled a

yawn and shrugged.

“Around seven, I

guess.”

He yawned and

stretched, and my eyes

widened upon seeing a

very unsightly view

first thing in the

morning. He must have

seen the look on my

face—horrorstruck and

surprised and bordering

on angry—because he

froze and followed the

direction I’m looking at.

“Oh, my god, Everett!

What the hell is—is—

why do you have a

boner?” I hissed at him,

turning away.

I barely even registered

the fact that he was

wearing superman

boxers because of—

Argh. What the hell?

Calm down, Kyla. You’ve

seen people get

aroused before, I told

myself. Whenever I

made out with the

usual random guy, he

would always react

that way. So there was

nothing to worry about,

right? But then again,

I’ve seen the real thing

last night so…

I mentally cursed

myself and my

thoughts, especially

when he began to

chuckle, realizing what

made me react so

much.

“Seriously? Why are you

so red, Evans?”

I looked at everywhere

but him. “You are such a

dog,” I said.

“What?” he said,

sounding defensive.

“This is perfectly

natural. It’s my morning

glory,” he added with a

mischievous tone. “You

obviously want me,” he

even said after my lack

of reaction.

Appalled, my mouth

dropped open and I

finally looked him

straight in the eye. “You

wish!”

“Don’t guys always

do?” he said, smirking

as he rose from the

floor and sat on my bed.