The Heartbroken - S01 E103

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The Heartbroken - S01 E103

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 103

By two o’clock, I finally

gave up and fished for

my phone from the

tangled covers of my

bed. I sat up and before

I could begin second

guessing my decision, I

was typing already.

Are you mad?

But that didn’t seem

right, so I deleted it and

tried again.

You freaking hung up

on me.

That wasn’t exactly

what I was going for

either. I scowled and

deleted that too.

Are you still pissed?

No, that still wasn’t

right. I groaned and let

myself fall back on my

bed. Why was this so

freaking hard? I tried

again.

Are you up?

Before I could change

my mind, I quickly sent

it. Of course, I

immediately regretted

my decision. I should

have said something

else. I should have

asked if he was still

angry. I should have

just apologized. Or

maybe I shouldn’t have

texted at all.

Oh, my god, I never

should have texted.

I should call my hacker

friend and have him

erase the text using his

broad knowledge of

technology and stuff. It

will be like I never even

sent it. Yeah, I was

going to do that. That

was the best idea ever.

Oh, wait. I didn’t have a

hacker friend.

Then again, it was

already two a.m. He

was probably asleep by

now. Yeah, knowing

him, he’s probably

knocked out and—

My phone buzzed and I

(am ashamed to admit

that I) yelped rather

loudly in surprise. He

replied. Oh, god, he

replied. What was I

going to do? Should I

read it? Maybe I should

pretend I was asleep.

Yeah, I should do that.

Or not.

Groaning, I finally just

picked my phone up and

opened the message.

It really took you 4

hours to finally text?

Before I could reply, he

texted again.

And a text? Really?

You couldn’t have

bothered to call?

So I called him. He

answered on the first

ring.

“What?” he said flatly.

“Are you mad?”

“What kind of horrible,

horrible person calls at

two in the morning?” he

said, completely ignoring

my question and

stealing my line.

“A person who can’t

sleep because you were

a complete idiot earlier?”

“Oh, so it’s my fault?”

Yep. He was definitely

still pissed.

“Well, you were the one

who—”

“I’m hanging up, Kyla.”

“I’m trying here,” I said

through gritted teeth.

“Well, try harder,” he

said in the same

irritated tone.

“Look. I’m sorry, okay?”

I snapped. “I’m sorry.”

Silence. Did he hang up

again? I was just about

to check the screen to

see if he was still on

the other line when he

spoke again.

“For what?”

What? I scrunched my

nose up. “For earlier.”

“Try harder.”