The Heartbroken - S01 E99

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The Heartbroken - S01 E99

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“Yeah, sometimes,” she

replied. “I usually use

my contacts.” She

snapped her book shut.

“I’m so glad you agreed

to come. Everyone’s

busy. They all s--k.”

I laughed. “Well, it is a

school night. You really

can’t blame them.”

“Well, that didn’t stop

you, did it?”

“I guess not.”

After ordering two

slices of pizza each and

some sour cream-

flavored mojos, she

immediately started to

tell me about Seth’s

immediate reaction

when he sees sour

cream mojos.

“I swear, even simply

saying it is bound to

make him run the

opposite direction.”

“Really?” I asked her,

imagining Seth the way

she described him. She

told me about the first

time he ate them. The

moment he put a piece

in his mouth, his face

quickly scrunched up in a

ridiculously funny

grimace.

“It’s hilarious. I’m

surprised you didn’t

know that yet,” she

said. “Hasn’t he taken

you here before?”

Shaking my head and

holding myself back

from saying Why can’t I

be the one to take him?

“Not really,” I said.

“Seriously?”

I nodded.

“Wow. Where did you go

on your first date

anyway?” she asked

me.

Now that she brought it

up, I realized Seth and I

haven’t really gone on

the whole first date

thing. The usual cliché

with the movie and

dinner, and that walk

along the park or

something. In fact, we

hadn’t really gone on a

“date” at all. Oh, wait.

“We had a picnic.”

“A picnic?” She gave me

an Are you serious?

look. “Is that even a

date?”

By the way her brows

were furrowed, I could

tell it was a rhetorical

question. I decided to go

with the truth (well,

not the whole truth)

and said, “We sort of

skipped the whole first

date thing.”

The horrified look on her

face made me regret

being (semi-) honest.

Maybe I should have

made something up on

the spot

“You can’t possibly skip

the first date. How can

there be a second one,

a third one, a fourth one

if—oh, my god. Don’t

tell me he hasn’t taken

you out on a proper

date.” Her eyes were

impossibly wide, looking

truly terrified.

“No. I mean, yes. I

mean, what? I mean”—

I gritted my teeth

together, feeling

incredibly stupid for

being so incredibly

stupid—”We hang out a

lot. Really, we do.”

“No.” She shook her

head violently. “This is

unacceptable. How can

he not have taken you

out yet?”

“I really think the picnic

counts,” I offered

quickly. “It should count.

Really. It was romantic.

I had a great time.”

She narrowed her eyes

at me, making me try

to force out a

convincing smile.

It was probably not

that convincing.

She sighed. “I’m sorry. I

just want everything to

be perfect for you two.”

“Um.” I almost punched

myself. Why was I

being a moron at times

like this? I mean, um?

Really?

“I know how hard it is

for Seth to open up his

heart,” she said. “And

we were really worried

because we thought he

wouldn’t. He just kept

sleeping around and

having fun and

pretending he was all

right. Then you came

along.”

My thoughts came to a

stop. Sitting there,

hearing those words, I

almost told her

everything. It felt so

wrong to lie to her. If

she knew the truth, if

she knew I hadn’t really

saved Seth like she

thought, would she

hate me?