The Heartbroken - S01 E55

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The Heartbroken - S01 E55

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 55

You would think that I,

Kyla Evans, would know

better than to agree

with Seth Everett’s

surprising proposal as

we ate breakfast, but

instead I looked at him

and blinked stupidly.

“Say what?” I couldn’t

help but say, eyebrows

raised as I watched him

carefully, half-expecting

a punch-line.

But no. Seth just sat

there, eating his

scrambled eggs

innocently as if he

hadn’t just asked me

such an out-of-place

question. I watched as

he chewed, one hand

reaching for the

ketchup as he put some

more on the plate.

“Seth, what did you

just say?”

He finally looked up

from his food and

shrugged. “In exchange

for me letting you sleep

here and charming your

mother so much that

she didn’t demand for

you to go home right

this instant”—he

grinned—“Do me a

favor and meet my

mother.”

“You said that earlier,” I

said smugly, fighting

the urge to glare at him.

“About the eggs.”

Which he did. When I

woke up earlier, half-

expecting Seth to have

played a prank on me, I

was surprised to find

that he was already out

in the kitchen, digging

through the cupboards.

When he saw me, his

face brightened up as if

he had this great idea.

Then he said, “In

exchange for me letting

you stay the night and

not drawing on your

face while you were

sleeping, do me a favor

and cook breakfast.”

Now, though, he just

shrugged and gave me

a passing stare. “Well,

you still owe me.”

I was seriously wishing

I could rewind time

because calling him last

night was a really, really

bad idea. “You’re a d--k,”

I said, narrowing my

eyes at him.

He grinned. “Aw, come

on, Evans. It’s just my

mom.”

“Why would you want

me to meet your

mother?” I said, giving

him my best WTF face.

“Okay, well, she’s

actually…” He squirmed,

as if looking for the

right word, “concerned.

About my, err, dating

habits.”

My eyebrows rose.

“Dating habits?” I

repeated.

He ducked his head as

he flushed, “Hey, Mom’s

words, not mine.

Anyways, she thinks I

should stop sleeping

around and get myself

a serious girlfriend. I

already told her that I

am seeing someone at

the moment, but she

wouldn’t believe me.”

“If I were her, I

wouldn’t believe you

either,” I said.

“Hey!” he said, sticking

his tongue out at me.

“But still—look. I am

sort of seeing you right

now and I just want

her to get off my case.

So you should meet

her.”

“What, like, right now?

When she gets home?”

Looking down at my

clothes, his shirt and

shorts, I knew

whatever first

impression I might

imprint on her wouldn’t

exactly be good.

“Well, it doesn’t have to

be now, but… she’s sort

of, umm, arranging blind

dates for me?” he said,

this time looking

irritated.

I blinked.

“Blind”—I stifled a

snicker—“date?”

He glared at me.

I couldn’t hold my

laughter anymore and I

laughed to his face,

relishing on his irritated

glare. It was just so

funny—Seth on a blind

date.

“I’m serious,” he said

through gritted teeth.

“Now I really don’t

want to help you,” I

told him. “I would

probably even secretly

spy on you while you’re

on your blind date.”

“Like you could sit

through a whole night

with me having a good

time with another girl.

You’d be burning in

jealousy.”