The Heartbroken - S01 E41

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The Heartbroken - S01 E41

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 41

It’s a Deal

It took seven minutes

for Seth and I (and the

positively stoned

cashier of the music

store) to figure out

where exactly I was

(note to self: don’t get

off at random bus

stops), four minutes to

explain the place to

Seth, and twenty

minutes for Seth to get

here. The rain had

become a steady

downpour by the time

the door swung open to

reveal Seth Everett,

half-drenched and

slightly breathless.

I was standing by one

of the aisles, holding an

Aerosmith album in my

hand. Slowly, I set it

back down and walked

over to Seth, who was

looking weirdly at me.

“Will you tell me what

happened?” he said.

Scowling, I averted my

gaze. “What

happened?”

“One does not simply

call in the middle of the

night for a f-----g

sleepover,” he said.

“Well, no one had done

that since Beatriz,

anyway.”

“First of all?

Ohmygodno. I didn’t call

you for whatever

reasons Bianca did—“

“Beatriz,“ he

interjected.

“Whatever, who cares

about whatshername.

The point is, I just

called you to find a place

to crash, Everett.” I

moved past another

aisle and randomly

checked on CDs. “I’m

not one of your late-

night booty calls.”

“Yeah,” he said,

nodding, “Poor you.

There, there.” He

followed me, patting

my shoulder as if to

comfort me.

“Yeah, right.” I rolled my

eyes. “Like that’s

something I’d be sad

about.”

“You’re only saying that

because we haven’t

done anything yet.”

I froze and gave him a

WTF look. “Excuse me?

Did I just hear you say

‘yet’?”

He smirked. “So what if

you did? In due time,

you won’t be able to

resist me.”

“Oh, my god, I just

threw up,” I told him

flatly.

Falling silent, we both

just walked around the

store quietly. There

was a shift in his mood

and the cocky, playful

guy was gone. He was

being serious again.

This, I confirmed, when

he said, “Well, what did

happen, Kyla?”

“Nothing.”

“No, don’t tell me it’s

nothing because we

both know you s--k at

lying.”

“I do not s--k at lying.”

“Well, that’s beyond the

point,” he said, shaking

his head. “I know you,

Kyla. And I know that

as much as you pretend

to hate me, you actually

don’t, but you still don’t

want to even be near

me if you don’t have to.

What would make Kyla

Evans want to sleep

over at my house?”

“Well, fine, then, I like

you so I want to sleep

over at yours. End of

story. Happy now?”

“Yeah and pigs could

fly,” he said. “Just tell

me what happened.”

Sighing, I closed my

eyes and pinched the

bridge of my nose. “I’d

rather not.”

He contemplated this

for a moment. I know

he gets all the shit

between me and my

mom. He understands

at least that much.

Also, he might possibly

be going through the

same stuff. But that,

I’m not entirely sure of.

Bottom-line is, he

knows what it feels like

to have something you

don’t want to talk to

and I was hoping he

wouldn’t force me to

talk.

“Okay. Well.” He crossed

his arms in front of his

chest. “Who was it that

said, Oh, no. I don’t

want to be around Seth

Everett. Ewww,” he

said in a creepy high-

pitched and girly voice.