The Heartbroken - S01 E105

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The Heartbroken - S01 E105

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 105

It took a while for his

words to sink in. When

they did, the corners of

my lips lifted to a slow

smile. “You wanted to

call me?”

I could imagine him with

his face scrunched up in

annoyance. “I just said

that.”

“So you’re mad at

yourself, not me,” I

pointed out. My anger

had evaporated.

“No, I’m mad at you for

making it impossible for

me to be mad at you.”

His statement was so

invalid that I couldn’t

help myself from

grinning like an idiot.

“Am I forgiven, then?”

He grunted out a reply

that sounded

suspiciously like Yes

before saying good

night and hanging up

without giving me a

chance to reply. I rolled

my eyes and typed a

quick text, feeling weird

because it felt like we

switched roles for

tonight.

You’re an idiot when

you’re pissed off. ?

Good night.

I didn’t think he would,

but he replied.

Just go to sleep

ughhh asdfghjkl

you’re driving me

nuts.

I bit my lower lip and

was typing the words

before I could stop

myself.

It’s kind of cute.

I sent it before I could

think better of it,

knowing I’d regret it

immediately. In fact, I

was already beginning

to regret the fact that I

didn’t have a hacker

friend.

I fell asleep not long

after, my fingers still

wrapped around the

phone, clutching it close

to me.

—

“We’re going to be late

because of you,” Seth

complained as he

started to move the

car.

“I didn’t wake up on

time. It’s not my fault I

didn’t get enough sleep.”

I ran my fingers

through my wet hair,

trying to untangle the

ends.

“Why is it never your

fault?” He raised an

eyebrow at me as he

made a left turn on the

next street.

Knowing it was pretty

much impossible to

manage my hair at this

point, I eventually gave

up. Instead, I opened

the glove compartment

to look for something

to listen to. “Because

girls are never at fault?”

He laughed. “That’s

sexist.”

“I know.” I grinned at

him. I fished out a CD

and studied the cover.

Paying it a brief glance,

he said, “Oh. That one’s

pretty awesome.”

It was an album titled

A Lesson in Romantics

by a band named

Mayday Parade, which

sounded a bit familiar.

I put it in. “Oh, right. Are

you sure it’s okay for

me to keep the All Time

Low album?”

“I already gave it to

you,” he said. “Just

promise you’d take

good care of it.”

“Cross my heart.”

I was glad that we

resolved the argument

last night. In fact, I felt

stupid for fighting in the

first place. It didn’t

even make sense. I

was also thankful that

he didn’t bring it up.

When he picked me up

earlier, I was even

nervous, thinking he

might still be mad at

me and we’d be forced

in an impossibly

awkward situation.

The first track started

playing, a lively beat

that started right off

with a catchy tune.

“Seth.” I clasped and

unclasped my fingers

together on my lap,

which was, I realized, a

nervous habit of mine.

“Will you ever tell me

about Sarah?”

His fingers tightened on

the steering wheel.

“Why do you want to

know about her?”