Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 91
I was torn between
feeling relieved that I
was able to ignore her
and feeling horrible for
walking away when I
knew there was clearly
something wrong. I
found it difficult to take
a step farther, too
aware of the growing
distance I was leaving
between the two of us.
But all that we ever had
is gone now, and it was
this thought that
propelled me to walk
straight ahead.
“Are you sure you don’t
want to talk to her?”
Seth said, grabbing the
sleeve of my blouse. I
hadn’t realized I was
walking faster than I
intended to.
“I’m more than just
pretty sure.”
He didn’t call me on the
obvious lie. It was a
good decision of his
because I wasn’t sure
how I would take it,
considering how
emotionally unstable I
was at the moment.
Not well, I assumed.
Desperate to change
the topic, I finally asked
him about his weird
attitude since this
morning.
“What weird attitude?”
He seemed genuinely
surprised at the
question, looking at me
with his eyebrows
furrowed.
I was pretty sure I
hadn’t just imagined it.
“It’s like you’re sort of
distracted. Like you’re
worried about
something.”
The image of Hail,
looking miserable in the
hallway, made its way
into my mind. It struck
me how different
things were compared
to how they would
have been Before. If
things hadn’t changed
so drastically, I would
probably be with Hail
right now, directing
these questions to her
instead of Seth.
“Is that so?” He
shrugged. “I’m blaming
it to the fact that I
didn’t get to eat your
cooking for breakfast.”
“Is this still about yout
dad?” I decided being
straightforward was
the only way I could get
him to talk. In the short
time we’d known each
other, I recognized this
forced nonchalance of
him as his way of
changing the topic.
“Sort of.” He was
tugging at the collar of
his shirt, letting me
know he was very
much uncomfortable
with the fact that I
kept pushing the topic.
Highly frustrated, I
heaved a frustrated
sigh and said, “What is
that supposed to
mean? Is something
else bothering you?”
A tight-lipped smile was
on his face. “I told you, I
just miss your
pancakes. That’s all.”
I hardly ever tried to
push him into telling me
these things, but that
was because he never
let it bother him so
much that it would
affect his attitude. He
had his secrets, but he
also had this perfect
act that he had going on
the surface, and it
barely ever slipped. But
this time, something
was bothering him
enough that his mask
wasn’t exactly
flawless.
“You can tell me about
these things, you
know,” I tried again,
though I knew he didn’t
want to. Truth is, I
wasn’t even sure why I
was worried.
“I know.” He placed one
hand on top of my
head, ruffling my hair in
a gesture that is now
as familiar to me as
breathing is. “But you
really don’t have to
think about me.”
If we hadn’t already
reached the cafeteria, I
might have continued
my attempts at trying
to force him into telling
me. It was frustrating
how he refuses to tell
me about the things
that actually matter to
him—first, Sarah, and
now this.
Thinking about it, the
only time he actually
willingly told me
anything was when he
told me about his sister
Sam and his mom’s
affair, and he only did
that because of the
Question Game we
were playing.
Maybe I should suggest
playing it again. If I
wasn’t mistaken, we
gave each other ten
questions each and we
didn’t get to use all of
them. I momentarily
cursed myself for not
remembering how
many questions we still
had left, but if I wasn’t
mistaken, we had
around six or seven left.
I should find a way to
unpause the game
somehow.
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