The Heartbroken - S01 E58

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The Heartbroken - S01 E58

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 58

Long after Mom and

Cedric left—Mom taking

the car and offering to

give Cedric a ride, him

declining and walking

back home instead—I

was still crouching by

the bush with Seth,

speechless.

If Seth hadn’t been

with me, I might have

marched to Mom and

Cedric, demanding

answers. But Seth

pulled me back, shaking

his head slightly and

eyeing me carefully, as

if he I was some sort

of dangerous animal

whose next move is

unpredictable.

“What is he doing at

your house?” he asked

me.

“Mom must have called

him when I disappeared

last night,” I said. “I

don’t know. Maybe he

was worried and

decided to drop by.”

I couldn’t help this little

flutter I felt when I

thought about it that

way—Cedric being

worried and rushing to

my house because he

was concerned about

me; because he still

cared about me.

“This isn’t the first

time you ran away

from home, is it?” he

asked me, seemingly

quiet all of a sudden.

Shaking my head, I

fiddled with the hem of

my shirt. “I ran away

once.”

“And you went straight

to Cedric’s.”

Defensive, I said,

“Where else was I

supposed to go?”

“Wait—so you’re telling

me that you slept over

at his house and

nothing happened?” he

asked me. “Between

you two, I mean.”

Flushed, I looked away

and quickly stood up.

“W-what?” My voice

was an octave higher,

letting him know how

uncomfortable I was

with the topic.

“So you did do

something?”

“No,” I said too quickly,

making him grin

mischievously.

We both knew I was

perfectly lying.

Okay, well, nothing

really happened in that

way, but it almost did.

It was the night we got

closest to doing it, but

we both stopped and

thought about the

consequences of our

actions and decided we

shouldn’t, so Cedric left

me in his room, kissing

me good night on the

forehead, and went to

sleep in the living room

instead.

That night, I fell in love

with him more.

“How far did you do it?”

Seth asked me, poking

me in the shoulders.

“Shut up.” Before he

could retaliate, I

immediately walked to

the front porch. I

reached down and lifted

a potted plant to get

the spare key.

With it in my hand, I

turned back to Seth,

about to ask why he

hasn’t moved yet, but

stopped when I saw

the look on his face, an

unexplainable

expression, bordering on

sad, annoyed, and

confused all at the

same time.

“Seth?” I said.

He looked up, suddenly

startled, as if I’d

snapped him out of his

reverie.

“Come on. Hurry up.”

Running his fingers

through his hair, he

distractedly smiled and

said, “Oh. Yeah. Be right

there.”

“God, you’re really

bothering to pack them

neatly?” Seth was—get

this—lying on my bed

with his shoes on, his

arms crossed behind his

head.

“For the last time—get

out of my bed,” I said.

“Make me.”

I rolled my eyes and

just decided not to care.

I won’t be sleeping in

that bed for a few days

anyway. The germs

he’d leave will probably

be long dead by the

time I come back. Just

when I stopped nagging

him about it, he decided

to stand up.