The Heartbroken - S01 E106

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The Heartbroken - S01 E106

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 106

I sighed, trying to find

the right words to say.

“You’ve been helping me

with all this stuff about

Cedric. I just… I want to

help you out too. If I

could.”

He considered this for a

long while and I was

almost compelled to

take the words back. I

hoped Alyssa was right

about Seth moving on,

at least a little bit,

because under the

surface, Seth was

undeniably a good

person and he didn’t

deserve to be hung up

on some girl.

“There’s really nothing

you can do about it,” he

said quietly. “I don’t

mean it in a bad way.

It’s just really

something that can’t be

helped.”

“Are you saying she’s

dead?”

“No,” he said. “No, she’s

not.”

There was no use

pushing the subject

anymore. It was

obvious he wouldn’t tell

me anything. Also, for

some reason, knowing

she was alive and was

out there somewhere

made my heart sink to

my stomach.

I spent the rest of the

day thinking of Sarah,

wondering what

happened with her. Why

was Seth so hung up

with her? What kind of

person was she?

I knew I shouldn’t even

care, but it was

incredibly frustrating.

“My mom made dinner

reservations,” Seth told

me in the car on the

way home. “For

tomorrow.”

“Dinner reservations?” I

almost choked on my

drink. We stopped by

7-11 earlier to buy some

snacks. An opened pack

of red Skittles was

resting on the console

between our seats.

He tugged at the collar

of his shirt. “Yeah.

Dinner reservations.

It’s, um, not as awful

as it sounds.”

“Do elaborate,” I told

him.

I thought I was just

going to come over to

their house and meet

his mom and that was

that. Easy-peasy.

“Um. There’s this new

restaurant with… Uhhh,”

he trailed off.

“With?” I prompted.

“A seven-course meal.

Okay, it is as awful as it

sounds.”

Oh, my god. It was a

fancy restaurant. Which

meant I was supposed

to dress up and stuff.

“When I agreed to this,

I wasn’t aware it was

going to be a formal,

fancy, probably candle-

lit dinner with your

mother.”

“I wasn’t either.”

“There will probably be

this shitty classical

music playing in the

background,” I said.

“And shitty,

unnecessary spoons

and forks,” he added.

“And shitty silk

napkins.”

“And shitty rich people.”

“Having shitty

conversations.”

We laughed, feeling

better now that we

could joke about it.

“Now I have something

to do to keep me busy

later,” I said.

He raised an eyebrow.

“And what’s that? Pick

a dress?”

“And practice walking

on heels,” I said, making

him laugh. He has a

really nice laugh.

“Well, I’ll be busy too,”

he offered.

I grinned at him. “Picking

your dress?”

He laughed again,

shaking his head. “Doing

research.”

“Research?”

“About the right spoons

and forks and knives to

use,” he said.

It was my turn to

laugh.

We agreed he was

going to drop me off at

home tomorrow after

school and pick me up

an hour and a half later.

I don’t even know if I

had something nice to

wear. I could totally see

myself doing something

embarrassing and

making a complete fool

of myself.

I groaned. “Oh, god,

tomorrow is definitely

going to be disastrous.”

“Come on, it won’t be

so bad,” he said,

shrugging. “At least not

for me.”

“Why? Because it would

be a good place to pick

fancy girls up?”

His reply made me feel

thankful that he was

driving, otherwise, he

would have seen the

look on my face when

he said the words—

“Because you’d be

there.”