The Heartbroken - S01 E30

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The Heartbroken - S01 E30

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 30

*CONTINUES*

We’re taking the car,” I

said, making a beeline

for the counter, where

the keys were.

“No, no, no.” He grabbed

the keys before I could,

pocketing them and

saying, “It’s for the

ultimate picnic

experience! We have to

ride bikes.”

Is it just me, or is Seth

Everett actually one

weird fellow?

“I half-expect you to

tell me that I should

wear an appropriate

picnic sundress,” I said,

almost absentmindedly.

You could not blame me

for the look of horror on

my face as Seth smiled

at me, saying, “Well,

actually… I already

picked one for you.”

Dear god. Okay, it is

most definitely not just

me. Seth Everett really

is one weird fellow.

Shoot me now.

Should

We Check Your

Pulse?

“I am never getting on

that bike again.” I glared

at Seth. “I don’t give a

hell with what you’re

going to say, but that’s

fine. I’m walking home

if I have to.”

Seth rolled his eyes.

“You’re overreacting.”

I scoffed. “I’m

overreacting? You really

think that—”

He grinned, and without

warning, he was

running. That would

have been fine, really,

but the thing was, he

grabbed my right arm

as he ran, which meant

that I half-ran, half-

stumbled behind him.

As if adding fuel to the

fire was going to help

him.

“Everett,” I warned and

he stopped so abruptly

that I actually bumped

on his back with a lame,

“Oof.”

He didn’t seem to take

notice of this as he

surveyed the park and

where we were

standing.

Since it was a Saturday,

the park was filled with

all sorts of people.

Mothers and children,

college dudes, old people

doing what old people

do, women sporting

different kinds of sport

bras jogging around the

grass, people reading

books by a tree, and

honestly, there were

simply too many

random people doing

random stuff.

“I love this spot,” he

said, with an almost

nostalgic smile

plastered across his

face.

I noticed, for the first

time, that we were

standing by a weird

tree. It was one of

those big-trunk trees

with a hole in the side. I

would probably fit inside

it if I crouch. I eyed Seth

and said, “You’ve been

here before?” Which

was a stupid question, I

admit, because

obviously, he had been

here before.

“We used to have

picnics every Saturday,”

he said and moved with

familiarity as he spread

the blanket right below

the tree.

Used to. Which meant

that they’re not having

them anymore. “What

happened?” I asked

casually as I crossed

my arms over my

chest. I hadn’t even

realized that I was

panting and was a little

out of breath from

when he dragged me

here.

He shrugged. “Just

stuff.”

I could tell “just stuff”

obviously meant

something more to him,

but he doesn’t go

around asking my

“stuff,” so I didn’t ask

him further about this.

“Well, I’ve never

actually had a picnic.”

He stopped

straightening out the

blanket to look up at

me. The horrified look

on his face was enough

to make me snort

rudely.

“You’ve never—God,

what kind of childhood

did you have?” he shook

his head as he said this,

and I actually flinched.

I knew he meant it as a

harmless rhetorical

question, but I couldn’t

help but recoil at his

words, not wanting him

to know that they

actually hit home and

struck a chord.

He must have noticed,

though, because his

expression sobered a

little and he cleared his

throat awkwardly.

“You’re going to enjoy

this.” He recovered and

sent me a knowing, all-

too-confident and very

Seth-ish smile. “Do you

know the most

important part of a

picnic?”

I blinked.

“Relaxation.” He smiled

and took a seat on the

blanket, laying back,

both his hands

supporting his weight.

“You just have to relax,

Evans.”

Rolling my eyes, I took a

seat on the spot that I

deemed was far

enough from him. “Isn’t

the point of a picnic

connected to food?”

“The food’s just a

bonus.” He waved his

hand as if dismissing

the thought altogether,

as if it didn’t actually

matter. “What’s

important is that you

get to relax and just

enjoy.”

“Yeah, right.

*CONTINUES*

Evans, why don’t you

just let go?” He

sounded irritated. “It’s

a fine Saturday morning

and you’re with the

Seth Everett. What

more could you ask for?

You’re probably living

the dream.”

A rude laugh made its

way out of my mouth.

“Oh, aren’t you just

adorable? You think

everyone enjoys your

presence? Way to

ignore the obvious,

Everett. You’re face to

face with living proof

that not everybody

adores you and you

manage not to

acknowledge that?”

His lips quirked into his

smile. And yes, he does

have his own smile,

with the one corner

thing and all. “You love

being with me.”

By this time, I was

laughing out loud. And it

wasn’t even the happy,

genuine laughter—it

was that rude, making-

fun-of-him laugh.

“Whatever makes you

sleep at night.”

Then suddenly he had

grabbed me and had me

lying on my back as

well, so we were lying

side by side. “God,

Evans. Don’t be so

difficult. Just relax and

fall in love and have kids

and be positive and

shit.”

“Are you high on

something?” I asked

him. “Honestly, are

you?”

I tried sitting, but he

only grabbed me

halfway up, which

resulted to me bumping

my head on the ground

painfully and my back

protesting in a dull ache

as well. I gritted my

teeth together. “What

is your problem?” I

snapped.

“You,” he replied.

My head whipped to

look at him, and his

eyes were actually

closed, a ghost of a

smile on his face. I

scowled. “Excuse me,

you’re the one who

dragged me here and

—”

He groaned, cutting me

off. “Kyla Evans, will you

please just sit back and

enjoy the day?”

“How about no?”

His eyes snapped open

and he said, “Since you

asked for it…”

Before he could even

move, I sat up quickly

(to avoid him pulling me

back again) and scooted

farther. “Don’t even try

anything. I’m going to

—”

Suddenly, he was also

up and grabbing me,

hands tickling me at my

sides. I jerked away and

tried to fight the tickling

sensation but I couldn’t.

And I still don’t get how

the girls in movies

manage to look decent

and even cute while

being tickled, because I

was pretty sure I

looked ridiculous

writhing and squirming

with my hair going all

directions and my dress

getting hitched higher

and higher up my thighs

in an attempt to make

him let go.

“Stop!” I said as I tried

kicking him off, probably

just showing off my

underwear for everyone

who was paying

attention to see.

“Then promise me you’ll

really try to just simply

enjoy the morning,” he

said.

I kept my mouth shut.

He must have

remembered that my

ears were ticklish,

because he was

suddenly tickling them

until I was forced to

say, “Okay, okay, fine!”

He let go almost

instantly. As I

straightened myself up,

I wanted to wipe that

stupid smug look on his

face. He looked so d--n

satisfied of himself

that I really did want to

bash his head with

something hard.

Presumably something

that could crack that

thick skull open.

“Behave,” he warned,

probably picking up on

my murderous intent.

“You don’t want me

tickling you again, do

you? I’d be more than

willing to.”

I would have tried

something, but then I

just let my shoulders

sag, feeling tired and

restless. “Ugh. You

know what? Fine,

whatever.”

Arguing with Seth was

proving to be nearly

impossible.

We were lying both on

our backs in silence. I

was concentrating on

calming my breathing

and trying not to argue

with him again. I was

also thinking if I should

bolt already and abort

this picnic. Knowing that

trying to fight Seth

would only exhaust me,

I just kept quiet in the

hopes that he takes my

silence as a sign that

I’m “relaxing.

*CONTINUES*

Maybe Seth was

actually a hippie, with all

his relaxing and letting

go crap.

“So, the whole student

body knows we’ve

gone on a picnic, and…”

He trailed off.

A flash blinded me for a

second, and I realized

that he’d taken a

picture.

“What the hell,

Everett?”

He grinned at me. “I will

post this on Facebook

for evidence. It will get

the rumor mill up.”

I was about to voice

out a complaint, but

then I just settled with

saying, “Fine.

Whatever.” Let the

dude do what he wants

to do.

After a few seconds of

silence, a thoughts

occured to me. I looked

at him curiously and

said, “Hey, I’m just

curious…”

“Hmm?” he said

distractedly as he

examined the photo. I

fought the urge to roll

my eyes at his profane

vanity.

“With you helping me

with this stuff and all,

you want to make

everyone think you like

me, right? And that

you’ve changed for

me?”

“Uh, I’m pretty sure

we’ve established that

days ago?”

“Well, if you want

everyone to think that

you’ve actually taken a

liking to me, does that

mean you’ve stopped

sexually harassing

every available female

in the room? That you

haven’t stuck your

tongue down every

girl’s throat? That you

actually kept what’s in

your pants to yourself

ever since we began

this whole charade?”

He winced as I’d

pointed out those stuff.

“You make me sound

like a bad person.”

“That’s because you

are one.”

“And sexually

harassing? It’s not

sexual harassment if

the other party is more

than just willing to do

something. And I don’t

stick my tongue down

—where the hell did

that phrasing even

come from? It’s both

virtually disgusting and

disturbing.”

“Well, Seth, you’re the

one who—Forget it.” I

shook my head and

sighed. “You didn’t

answer the question,

though.”

“No, okay?” he hissed

out. “I haven’t hooked

up with anyone since

this whole fiasco.”

This made my

eyebrows shoot way

up on my forehead.

“Seth Everett—you’re

actually refraining

yourself from hooking

up with random girls?”

“It’s no big deal.” He

huffed a little, almost in

indignation. “Whatever

you say. Why can’t you

just be happy that I’m

doing all this for you?”

I was now lit up with

amusement and I

openly laughed at him.

“Who would have

thought that we’d see

the day where Seth

doesn’t sleep with

every girl in a twenty-

foot radius around

you?”

Finally, he laughed as

well. “Oh, the horror,”

he says in a monotone.

“How would I ever live

without sleeping with

random girls?”

“Should I be worried?” I

asked him. “This could

very well damage your

inner workings and

mechanism. Are you

feeling faint? Should I

be checking your pulse?

We don’t want your

lack of interaction with

the opposite sex be the

reason your body stops

functioning, do we?”

He laughed a little. “You

know what, Evans?

You’re a real piece of

work.”

I was about to bite out

a snarky remark when

suddenly, something

caught my attention.

As a matter of fact,

this “something” had all

my attention and had

alarmed me so much

that I was seeing red,

red, red. Just when I

was actually beginning

to relax, actually

starting to feel at ease,

and I had to witness

this?