The Heartbroken - S01 E45

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The Heartbroken - S01 E45

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 45

Did he just go

somewhere to buy

underwear? A guy?

Moreover, Seth Everett?

God, I cannot help but

blush and laugh at the

same time as I try to

imagine Seth paying for

these over the counter.

He was probably

embarrassed and his

ears must have been a

bright shade of red as

he handed the bra and

panties to the—oh

wait, no. He probably

would have flirted with

the female cashier and

managed to get some

girl’s number while

buying underwear.

Still, though, I couldn’t

believe it.

Don’t get me wrong: I

still triple-checked to

make sure they really

were new (they were)

before putting them on,

feeling awkward. I

didn’t like the feeling

that he knew exactly

what underwear I was

wearing. I shuddered at

the thought.

Dressed in a loose gray

shirt of his and some

jersey shorts, I got out

of his room and found

him silently writing in

the living room. He had

his back to me and was

probably absorbed in

whatever he was doing

because he didn’t notice

me approaching at all.

I peeked over his

shoulder to look at the

piece of paper he was

scribbling on and was

surprised to see a pencil

sketch of a flower

(was it a lily?) that was

actually pretty great.

“Wow,” I couldn’t help

but say.

He jumped a little and

immediately scrambled

to hide the sketch. He

stood up and hid it

behind him. “Hi—I mean

—hello—I mean, don’t

just scare people like

that.”

Was he blushing? Oh my

god, he was blushing.

“You draw?” I asked

him.

“What? Pssh. No,” he

said, tugging at the

collar of his shirt.

And he says I’m a bad

liar.

“Okay, yeah, I do,” he

gave up and sat back

down on the couch. He

flipped the sketchpad

over so that I couldn’t

see it. “It’s not much.”

“You’re actually pretty

good,” I told him and

sat on the couch as

well. It was pretty

comfortable, which was

something I failed to

notice because half-

stoned drunk guys keep

hitting on me. “Thanks

for the, uhhh,

underwear.”

“God, you owe me for

that,” he said. “Do you

have any how Patrice

looked at me when I

bought those?”

My brows furrowed in

confusion. “Patrice?”

“Oh. The cashier. She

gave me her number,”

he said and winked.

I rolled my eyes. I knew

it. “I would like to meet

this girl.”

“Why?”

“So that I could tell her

that she made the

biggest mistake of her

life.”

Now it was his turn to

roll his eyes. “Now, now.

Don’t be jealous of

cute, little Patrice.”

“You wish.” I tucked my

feet in front of me and

hugged my knees

together. “I would

never be jealous of

some girl over you.

Ever.”

“Why is it so hard for

you to admit that you

like me?”

“Wow,” I said. “First

off, I don’t like you.

Second, I’m still mad at

you for earlier.”

But I wasn’t. I wasn’t

that mad anymore (I

mean, hey, the dude

bought me some

underwear) and I hate

to admit it, but I was

beginning to not hate

him. When I was with

Cedric, Seth Everett

was just one of those

cocky, arrogant popular

bastards who think

they run the world.

While he was far from

perfect and was

definitely still cocky,

arrogant and popular,

Seth was quite okay.