The Heartbroken - S01 E98

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The Heartbroken - S01 E98

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 98

I wrinkled my nose in

disgust as I watched

the scene play out. It

was Wednesday night

and I was stuck at

home with nothing

productive to do, so I

figured I might as well

watch some TV.

Bad idea.

When I turned it on,

there was this cheesy

movie about best

friends falling in love

with each other. It was

the ridiculous best

friend plot all over again.

Even without watching

the first half of it, I

could easily tell what it

was about (and how it

was going to end). The

girl had been

friendzoned for years

and the guy likes

someone else, but

realizes blah, blah, blah,

and they end up

together and drive off

to the sunset to live

happily ever after.

It was ridiculous.

That was the thing

about movies. They

always end during that

happy moment, the

perfect scene, where

everything’s right and

there was no way

anything could go

wrong.

Life doesn’t work that

way.

It doesn’t end when

you’ve finally achieved

happiness. What comes

after that “the end”?

Anything could happen.

They could fall out of

love. One of them might

meet someone else and

cheat on the other. One

of them could die early.

They could both realize

it wasn’t working out

as well as they thought

it would have. One thing

for sure was that

something was bound

to happen in the long

run. For example, the

guy might dump the girl

for no apparent reason.

Oh, wait, there is a

reason, but all she gets

is “It’s complicated.”

That’s it. A cliché,

overused line.

Suddenly feeling pissed,

I turned the TV off and

laid back against the

couch.

Almost as if on cue, my

phone buzzed with a

text. It’s been a long

time since I actually had

to use my phone. Since

Cedric and Hail were

basically the only

friends I had, I hadn’t

received much texts

and calls since the

breakup. Sure, at first,

they kept texting for a

while, asking me if I

was all right, asking me

if everything was fine,

but they eventually

stopped when I began

to change.

Checking the phone, I

expected it to be Seth,

but I was pleasantly

surprised to see that it

was Alyssa.

Let’s grab some

pizza.

I didn’t have to think

twice before typing a

quick reply. We worked

the details out and soon

I was heading out the

door.

Because Seth insisted

driving me to and from

school, it’s been a while

since I last used my car.

As a matter of fact,

we had an argument

about it yesterday

while he was driving me

home. I kept telling him

that having a

“boyfriend” does not, in

any way, affect a girl’s

capability to drive

herself.

“But it’s natural for the

girlfriend and boyfriend

to arrive to school in the

same car,” he had

argued.

“Why don’t I pick you

up, then?” I shot back

at him with a

challenging look,

annoyed with the fact

that his argument was

so invalid.

He just shrugged, a lazy

grin on his face.

“Because I’m sexist.”

Jerk.

Weirdly enough,

remembering that

argument brought a

smile to my face.

When I arrived at

Pizzaria (trust me, it

wasn’t as fancy as it

sounded), Alyssa was

already there. She

looked up from the

book she was reading

when I called out to her,

grinning widely and

waving excitedly at me.

If there was one thing I

learned about her, it

was that she was

always quite energetic.

“You wear glasses?” I

asked her as I sat

across from her. They

weren’t those hip-nerdy

full-framed glasses

that were popular

these days. They were,

as I call them, grandma

glasses. And the

ridiculous thing was

that she could still

totally rock them.