The Heartbroken - S01 E42

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The Heartbroken - S01 E42

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 42

Eyes wide, I looked at

him and half-yelled, “I

do not speak like that.

And my voice is

definitely not like that

either!”

He shrugged. “Actually,

it is.”

I shook my head and

scoffed. “Whatever.”

“Hey, hey. Remember.

You’re staying at my

house and if you keep

up that attitude, I’m

afraid I’ll be more than

happy to just leave you

here.” Cue the Seth

smile.

The urge to roll my

eyes was almost too

much to resist but I

tried my hardest to

send him a sweet smile.

I even batted my

eyelashes at him for

good measure. “Oh, I’m

so sorry. Please, Mr.

Everett, I have nowhere

else to go.”

“That’s more like it,” he

said, smirking. “You

should really become

Little Miss Sunshine

forever. Suits you a lot.”

Glaring at him, I crossed

my arms over my chest

too, mirroring his

stance. “Little Miss

Sunshine? Really,

Everett? Really?”

“Well, aren’t you just a

bundle of joy?” the

a-----e said as he

looked at me the way

one would nornally look

at an infant.

“Weirdo,” I muttered

under my breath and

shuddered.

He looked around a little

at the CDs before

deciding he didn’t want

anything and we finally

got ready to leave. We

went past the stoned

cashier and pushed the

door open. The rain was

falling pretty heavily

outside, something I

failed to notice because

the sound was muffled

from the inside.

His car was probably

seven meters away

and we both had no

umbrellas. Great.

“Remind me, why did

you have to park so far

from the store?”

“Uhh, due to lack of

better judgment?” He

shrugged. Turning to

face me, he smirked

and said, “I should

probably get the car and

drive it closer here so

you don’t get too

wet…” He moved and

posed in that way that

people do when they’re

preparing for a sprint.

“But no. It’s too unfair.

Why do I have to be the

only one running

through the rain and

getting wet?”

WTF? “What happened

to the perfect little

gentleman that

charmed my mother?”

He grinned. “Oh, you

know. Twenty-first

century. Gender-

equality. Boys and girls

are equal. All that shit

and stuff.”

Groaning, I rolled my

eyes and mumbled

something along the

lines of Jerk. And b---h.

And a-----e. And, well,

maybe other stuff too.

He, however, seemed

to be enjoying himself.

He unlocked the doors

with the… Ugh, what do

you call that thing with

buttons that you press

and if you’re not too

far, the car responds

and beeps and—oh,

never mind. “Race you!”

he yelled before taking

off with a sprint.

I followed suit and ran

on impulse. The rain

was cold and relentless,

immediately soaking

through my clothes and

filling up my shoes. God,

I hate this freaking jerk.

Seth, of course, got to

the car first and was

halfway shutting the

door when I fumbled to

open the passenger

side door.

It wouldn’t open,

soaking me more as I

stood there trying to

open it.

From the huge grin on

Seth’s face, I knew—I

just knew—that he did

this on purpose. He

somehow didn’t unlock

this door and planned

this from the very

start. I glared at him

and straightened up.

“Go f--k yourself,

Everett!” I yelled ,

though I was sure he

couldn’t hear me, and I

gave him the finger

before walking away.

God. I had had enough.

Seth can f-----g play

these games when I

am having one of the

worst nights of my life.

I kept walking, not even

towards shelter but

heading nowhere in

particular, frustrated

and pissed, unfazed by

the fact that I am now

soaked all over.