The Heartbroken - S01 E32

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The Heartbroken - S01 E32

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 32

Hey,

is that My Shirt?

There were always

some things that could

render someone

completely speechless.

Sometimes even to the

point that we can’t

breathe, can’t think,

can’t even react. And

this was one of those

times.

My vision clouded as my

heartbeat sped up,

feeling righteous fury

take over me as I

glared at that achingly

familiar mop of black

hair and a girl who had

her back turned to us

so I couldn’t

immediately recognize

her.

Something about her

was familiar—the hair,

the way she stood. I

couldn’t place her, but

then my eyes landed on

her well-worn sneakers

and I swear it felt as if

was socked in the

stomach, all the air

knocked out of me.

“Hail,” her name came

out as whisper.

Seth must have been

paying attention to me

because he was

suddenly sitting upright.

“Breathe,” he said. I

wasn’t even aware

that I’ve been holding

my breath. “Keep calm.”

I couldn’t even focus as

red flashed in my mind,

clouding my vision.

“Kyla.” Seth’s voice was

like a warning.

My legs were tingling to

move, to get up and

march right over to

Cedric and Hail. To

simply walk up to them

and yell and curse and

maybe even try landing

a punch on Cedric’s face.

As a matter of fact, I

would have done

exactly that if Seth

hadn’t been holding me

in place.

“Breathe. Think clearly,”

he murmured calmly

into my ear. By the tone

of his voice, I knew he

had already come up

with something. He

sounded calm and

collected and I was

silently thankful of that

“What do we do?” I

asked him, trying to

make my breathing

even.

“It depends on you.” He

forced me to turn to

him so that our faces

were only inches apart.

“We can go with this

two ways. We can

pretend we didn’t see

them, or we can catch

their attention

deliberately and give

them a show. So… it’s

your call, Evans.”

Cedric and Hail, together

like this. I thought

nothing could hurt me

more than the time

Cedric broke up with

me. Obviously, I’d

thought wrong.

“I say we join them,” I

said, knowing that I

could lose my

composure anytime

while I’m near them.

“Just march right up

and sit with them. We

could even share food.”

I was already standing

up but Seth pulled me

down. “Hey. Hey, look.”

He shook his head and

held up a condescending

finger at me. “Are you

sure this is a good idea?

You’d be fine sitting

with him? With that

girl? I saw how you

looked at him when you

saw them, saw how

you reacted. Are you

really sure you want to

join them and—”

“D--n right I’m sure,

Everett, so shut up and

come on,” I snapped,

pulling myself off his

grip.

“Okay. Why don’t you

f-----g calm down

first?” he hissed

through his teeth. “I

know you don’t like me

but I’m not a d--n

punching bag you can

use to let off some

steam, Evans. I agreed

to help you, but I didn’t

sign up as your stress

reliever.”

I let out a breath and

said, “Okay, fine.”

“Fine? That’s it? Not

even a sorry or

something?”

I just looked at him.

He scoffed. “Right.

Whatever.” He stood up

and carelessly grabbed

me up too, almost

pulling my right arm out

of its socket. “You

know, I don’t get why

you keep on putting on

this heartless b---h act.

It’s not even real.”

“Like you know what’s

real about me. And

don’t be a hypocrite,” I

said.

Groaning, he ran his

fingers through his hair.

“You know what? Stop.

Let’s just do this thing

and get it over with.