The Heartbroken - S01 E44

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The Heartbroken - S01 E44

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 44

As I started to calm

down, I was beginning

to realize how whiny

and childish I was,

getting pissed just

because of a little joke.

It was absolutely

embarrassing. Seth,

however, seemed to

feel really bad about it,

if it wasn’t obvious

already. I knew he

didn’t mean it, but I

couldn’t help myself

from being angry at

him.

Or maybe I was angry

at myself. Whatever. I

was angry, period.

He turned the engine

off and we both got

out of the car, not even

caring that the rain was

still falling pretty hard.

It’s not like we weren’t

already soaked in the

first place.

“No one’s home,” he

said as he fumbled for

the keys in his pocket.

“You often throw out a

lot of parties,” I said. “I

take it no one’s home

that often.”

He shrugged. “Well,

yeah.” But there was

something about the

way he said it that

made me think it’s not

just a simple well, yeah.

“Are your parents still

together?” I asked.

He pushed the door

open and turned the

light on inside. Giving me

a smile that didn’t quite

reach his eyes, he

replied, “What do you

think?”

For that, I had no

answer.

His house seemed so

different without the

sweaty people dancing

and making out to

some crap music. It

actually seemed homey.

I never realized that the

walls were a nice shade

of brown. It was kind

of hard to appreciate

something when a

bunch of high school

students are trashing

the place. I could hardly

even recognize it.

We stepped into the

living room and stood

there in silence, almost

awkwardly.

“So, umm…” he started

saying. “I can lend you

some stuff. The

bathroom’s upstairs.

You should dry off now.

You’re freezing.”

“Whose fault do you

think is it, Einstein?” I

tried not to snarl at

him; “tried” being the

operative word.

It took me about thirty

minutes to finish taking

a shower. The hot

water felt like heaven.

What surprised me,

though, wasn’t the fact

that Seth has his own

bathroom in his

bedroom. It wasn’t

even the fact that it

was relatively clean for

a boy’s bathroom. What

caught my attention

was the fact that while

I was in the middle of

showering, Seth

knocked.

“Don’t ask if you could

join me, dumbass,” I

told him even before he

could say a word.

“Really, Evans? Really?” I

could almost imagine

the look on his face as

he was saying this.

“You really think I’m

going to ask you that?”

“Yep. I really do,” I

answered point-blankly.

“Well, no. I just knocked

to tell you that the,

umm, clothes are here

outside the door and

that I will be in the living

room so you can

change.”

Oh. “Um, okay.”

I heard the muffled

sound of the bedroom

door shutting close and

I assumed he was on

his way to the living

room. Just to be safe,

though, I still shouted,

“Hey, Jerk, are you out

there?” about seven

times as I wrapped the

towel (which I triple-

checked to make sure it

was clean and unused

before accepting it from

Seth because, yeah, I

just trust him too

much) around me. I

carefully opened the

door by an inch to

survey the room and

was actually surprised

to see that the coast

was clear.

On the bed was a

plastic bag and a bundle

of what looked like

clothes. A shirt and

some shorts, I think.

Inside the plastic bag

were—you guessed it

—underwear. F--k that

guy. There was even a

receipt that proved the

stuff was newly

bought just today. I

blinked.