The Heartbroken - S01 E54

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The Heartbroken - S01 E54

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 54

I closed my eyes,

setting my fork down

and planting my elbow

onto the table so I could

rest my forehead on

my hand. God, way to

get a headache so early

in the morning. I could

imagine Mom from the

other line, the worry

lines clearly etched onto

her face, probably

shouting at Seth at the

moment as she said

stuff about girls, boys,

sleeping under the

same roof and all this

bullshit that parents

think they should say

but really, what the

f--k do they know?

Sure, they were once

teenagers too, but

times change and

people change and the

norms of society

change. I can’t see why

adults fail to see what

this is the twenty-first

century and whether

they like it or not,

teenagers have a mind

of their own.

“I’m sorry, Ma’am… Yes,

yes, I am completely

aware of this.” His hand

trailed from the top of

my head to the tips of

my long, dark hair. “Yes,

Ma’am… She is all right

and—oh. Um…” The

sudden change in his

tone made me reopen

my eyes and look over.

“Kyla, do you want to

talk to your mother?”

The look on my face

must have already been

enough, but I still shook

my head twice.

“I—I don’t think she

wants to do so, yet.

Yes, Ma’am… Don’t

worry. I’ll try to

convince her. Yes… I will

let her know.”

He ended the call, taking

a deep breath before

letting go of my hair

and facing me

completely. “Sooooo…

she sounded angry at

first.”

Rolling my eyes, I picked

my fork up again and

straightened up. “Yeah,

because I totally care

about that.”

“Well, you know, after

talking for a while, she

eventually loosened up

and she was obviously,

obviously very worried.”

I scoffed. “I don’t care,

okay? God.”

“Well, I think”—he

stood up from the chair

beside me to go back to

the one across me,

where his food was still

waiting for him to come

back—“that you

actually do care, but you

just don’t want to

admit it.”

“I don’t.”

“I’m really getting tired

of this lying game,

Evans. You know I

always know when

you’re lying or not.”

It was, unfortunately,

true. Evidently, he had

always called on my

lies, as if he knew me

so much. Every time I

try to lie, it’s like he

knows and he won’t let

me get away with it. It

was so unfair—how he

could do this when I am

always just trying to

blindly grasp his secrets

and his past.

I thought back to last

night, when he told me

that he had fallen in

love before—some

distant part of his life

that he didn’t seem to

want to bring up again.

It was so unfair how it

seems as if he knows

me inside-out and I

don’t even know

anything about this part

of his life.

“Kyla, can I ask you a

favor?”

“If you’re going to

make me cook more

eggs for you again,” I

said, “then no.”

He chuckled, rolling his

eyes. “Okay, so maybe I

might have thought

about that, but that’s

not it.” He took another

bite of his food, taking

his time to chew. I

swear he even enjoyed

watching me squirm as

I waited for this

“favor” of his.

Jerk.

“What is it?” I snapped.

He swallowed and then

picked up his glass of

juice, a faint smile on

his face as I continued

to glower at him. Finally,

he set the now empty

glass back on the table

and looked me square in

the eye.

“Can I introduce you to

my mother?”