The Heartbroken - S01 E28

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The Heartbroken - S01 E28

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

*CONTINUES*

If you’re here, I want

to know that you are.

You can’t sneak in and

not tell me, or else.”

Mom looked at Seth in

all seriousness, and

Seth acted exactly how

he should be acting.

I could barely register

their conversation as I

tuned them out, too

busy trying not to

shout at my mom, not

to tell her what I really

feel about everything

she’d done, or more like

everything she hadn’t

done, for the past few

years.

After what seemed like

forever, she finally

stopped and excused

herself to rest. Silence

filled the kitchen as

Seth and I both stayed

there.

“So… your mom,” he

said after a while.

I gritted my teeth

together. “Not a word.”

“Look, Evans. I didn’t

mean for things to end

up—”

“Seriously, Seth. Cut the

crap, I don’t care,” I

said, standing up,

wanting to leave the

too silent kitchen. “My

mom knows I have a

boyfriend—end of

story.”

I felt all too exhausted,

as if I’d run a mile

without stopping.

He looked at me warily,

like he wanted to argue

with me, but then he

probably decided

against it as his

signature smirk crossed

his face. “Well, Evans.

Boyfriend, huh?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t

flatter yourself.”

“Well, it sure looked like

you wouldn’t complain.

Especially when we

were in your bedroom.”

“Oh, f--k off,” I told

him. “And I wasn’t

enjoying anything,

dumbass.”

“Who said anything

about enjoying

something?” His smirk

shifted into a whole

other level of annoying.

“I simply said you

weren’t complaning.”

I flushed, embarassed

by my own slip-up.

“Well, I would have

complained if my

mother hadn’t barged in

on us—by the way,

thanks a lot for that!” I

snapped at him.

He didn’t even look as

irritated as I felt. As

usual, he was

downplaying it, looking

amused and

frustratingly calm. “You

started it, so don’t

blame me.”

“I started it? I did not.

You were the one who

came pouncing on me

with your boner!” I

hissed at him, trying

not to raise my voice

too much in case my

mother could hear us.

He raised an eyebrow,

looking more and more

amused by the second.

“Well, weren’t you the

one who challenged me

with—”

“You know what? I’m

done here. I don’t know,

I don’t care.”

“Look, I know

something that could

lift your mood!” He

looked a little child-like

as he grinned happily at

me.

I knew something was

off as he stared at me

with his sparkling eyes

and all that energy

coming off of him. Quite

literally, I shuddered at

the sight of him being

so… different.

“Come on. I’m not sure

why you’re feeling so

down, but come on. It’s

a fine Saturday

morning, and would you

rather stay and be so

down or come out with

great ol’ Seth Everett?”

“I’d stay here.

Obviously. Not really

much of a choice, ain’t

it?” I retorted.

“Fourth,” he said.

I gave him a quizzical

look. “What?”

“Fourth lie,” he said.

“I’m keeping count.”

“I—I am not lying!” I

said, indignant.

“Fifth,” he said, even

holding up all of his five

fingers. “Come on, Kyla.

Would you really rather

stay here? Just be

honest to yourself. I

don’t care if you’re lying

to me, but be honest

with yourself and—and

—and listen to your

heart. And yes, I do

s--k at this

motivational speech

crap, so… what do you

say?