Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 115
I made a face, careful
not to deny anything.
“Is that how you really
think about yourself?”
“It’s what you’re
thinking about me,” he
said easily, a crooked
grin replacing the smirk.
“Only you’re in denial
about it.”
I rolled my eyes at this
oh-so-typical Seth
statement. “Whatever
makes you sleep at
night.”
The sound of his
laughter filled the car.
There was something
about it that I really,
really liked. It sounded…
real. That sounded
cheesy, but meh.
“Remember before we
agreed to this?” he
asked me. “This whole
fake relationship thing.”
They were a bit hazy,
but the memory of my
constant, and not to
mention blatant, flirting
with him came to mind.
I wrinkled my nose.
“What about it?”
“Nothing.” He made a
left turn at the corner.
“I’m just glad I got to
know the real you. It
would have been my
loss if I hadn’t.”
I was positive my heart
was lodged somewhere
in my throat, making it
impossible to react in
any way other than try
not to stare at him. I
concentrated on the
small semi-invisible
watermark on the
surface of the
dashboard.
“But the real me is a
b---h,” I managed to
say.
He chuckled. “You’re
getting the hang of this
non-denial thing.” I
scowled, ready to
retaliate, but he added,
“You’re not, by the way.
You’re not a b---h. You
just act bitchy as a way
of coping with your
feelings. It’s not the
best way out there, but
still. It’s like a defense
mechanism of yours.”
“Kinda like how you use
your jokes and humor,”
I pointed out.
“Kinda like that,” he
admitted with a shrug.
There was a moment
of silence as we let the
words sink in. I found
myself thinking about
Hail and how thankful I
was that we managed
to talk earlier. I couldn’t
believe how much I
missed her and how
stupid I was for ever
shutting her out like
that.
“Thank you for earlier,”
I said as I clasped-
unclasped my hands.
“When you told me to
approach Hail and talk
to her.”
“That wasn’t me.” He
was shaking his head,
keeping his eyes on the
road. “That was all you.”
“It wasn’t. You were
the one who told me to
go.” I kept my gaze on
my hands, staring at
them like they were
fascinating beyond
compare. “I wouldn’t
have talked to her if
you hadn’t suggested
it.”
“I think,” he said, “you
would have gone either
way.”
Stunned, I peeked a
glance at him. “You
really think so?”
He turned to me for a
second before
concentrating back on
driving. “If I weren’t
afraid of Alyssa and her
guillotine, I would have
ruffled your hair right
now while saying ‘Of
course,’ but I know
she’d kill me if I ruined
your hair.”
Almost involuntarily, my
lips tugged into a smile.
I looked at him. “How
did you know it was her
who did my hair?”
“She told me.” I saw
him raise an eyebrow
and smile his Seth
Everett smile. “You
know, around thirty
seconds before she
stepped on my foot and
murdered my toes.”
I burst out laughing.
“You mean thirty
seconds before you let
out that girlish yelp.”
He groaned dramatically
before shaking his head
and laughing along with
me. “Well, yeah, that
too.”
The fact that he
admitted it easily made
me laugh again. “Wow,
are you going through a
phase of non-denial,
too?”
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