The Heartbroken - S01 E90

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The Heartbroken - S01 E90

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 90

“No, it really is sort of

disturbing. What is this

thing you speak of, my

little p--n star?”

A couple of guys looked

over and I immediately

flushed red. Before I

could stop myself, I

suddenly launched into

an embarrassing series

of incoherent rambling.

“No. It’s not what you

think—I’m not—we’re

not having—he didn’t

mean that—Um.” Oh,

somebody shoot me

now. I would have

gladly shoved my foot

into my mouth as the

guys continued to look

at me awkwardly. I

grabbed Seth’s hand.

“Let’s go get some

lunch.”

He was snickering

behind me as I dragged

him, feeling completely

embarrassed. “Oh, my

god, I can’t believe that

just happened. This is

your fault!”

“Priceless. Simply

priceless. Smooth save,

Kyla.”

I slapped his arm. “You

called me a f-----g p--n

star, and now they

probably think—

ewww.” It was

revolting to even think

about it and I

shuddered at the

thought.

Clearly amused by my

humiliation, a smug

smile was on his face. I

had to physically

restrain myself from

wiping it off. “F-----g

p--n star. I believe

that’s sort of

redundant.”

“I am this close to

tackling and strangling

you right now, and I will

tie you up before—”

“Whoa, I love it when

you talk dirty to me,

but easy there, Miss

P--n Star.”

My mouth dropped open

as he winked at me.

“You are such a dog!”

“Dog? Oh, you prefer

that style over the—”

I thought I couldn’t get

any redder than I

already was, but I

obviously thought

wrong because I could

feel my blush growing

stronger. “Oh, my god,

stop it. Stop it.”

He was laughing so hard

I almost wanted to kill

him on the spot. “It’s

your fault for being so

vague.” He was clearly

enjoying this. The Seth

Everett smile plastered

across his face could tell

me at least that much.

There was a

mischievous glint in his

eyes.

Seeing him so happy

made me want to

shove my foot in his

mouth.

Wait, that sounded

vaguely pornographic

too, in that feet fetish

sort of way. Oh, my

god, Seth Everett and

his f-----g dirty mind

had now messed up my

perfectly innocent

thoughts. And to think

I’d been sort of, kinda,

just a little bit worried

about him.

“You belong in a mental

hospital.”

“Ah, but you’d go crazy

from missing me so

much that you’ll

eventually end up there

too.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“I seriously doubt that

you doubt that,” he

retorted easily, fueling

this newfound

annoyance I strongly

felt towards him.

I was about to say

something to him, but

the words were lost

when in my mind when

I saw Hail up ahead. Her

forehead was pressed

against her locker,

shoulders slumped. Her

hair, as usual, was in a

messy bun on top of

her head but something

about the way she

stood made it look

messy bad, rather than

her usual messy good

style.

Here was the girl who

stood by me when I

struggled to find my

place during freshman

year. The girl who gave

me the pineapple

toppings on her pizza

just because she knew

how much I loved them.

The girl who wasn’t

afraid of making a fool

of herself if it meant

saving me from

humiliation (Spring Fling,

sophomore year—long

story).

It was so easy to reach

out and ask her what

was wrong. I could

literally just walk over

and tap her shoulder. I

almost did, actually, but

the memory of her

calling me a b---h during

that picnic burned into

my mind, and I couldn’t

stand it. Seth must

have noticed the

immediate stiffness of

my shoulders and he

looked at me warily, but

kept quiet as we

walked past Hail.