The Heartbroken - S01 E126

2 years ago

The Heartbroken - S01 E126

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 126

“A horrible movie,” he interjected. “And dinner afterwards.”

“At a cheap fastfood joint,” I added.

“Where the fries have more grease than nutrients.”

I shook my head. It was ridiculous how easily we could fall into a seemingly endless conversation. “Seth, where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

See, I did. After a few minutes of driving, he parked somewhere by the beach and turned the engine off. He turned to me and grinned as I gave him a questioning stare.

“Come on,” he said and was out of the car before I could say something else. Honestly, I don’t think I could ever figure him out. His mind just worked on a completely different level than most people.

I pushed the car door open and let myself out. I closed the door just as Seth shut the trunk closed. With one hand, he was holding what seemed like a plastic bag with some tupperware inside, and in the other, a suspiciously big black backpack. There was also a guitar slung over one shoulder, nothing but the strap holding it up.

“Don’t you have a case for that?” I asked him, looking at his guitar, the same one he brought when he serenaded me in front of the whole school.

“Nah,” he he simply answered.

“You need any help?” I said, already reaching for the plastic bag.

He pulled it away from my grasp, shaking his head with a slight smile on his face. “How could I let a girl help me bring some stuff around?” I opened my mouth to retaliate, but he said, “Didn’t I tell you I’m sexist?”

I rolled my eyes and let out a frustrated groan, but there was no way I could stop a grin from flitting across my face.

We walked side by side in silence as I looked around, shoving my hands deeper in the pockets of my jacket, feeling cold. Somewhere to my right, I could make out the shape of an all-too-familiar juice bar.

“Cedric and I broke up here,” I found myself saying. I hadn’t been here in ages.

After a moment of silence, he said, “I know.”

“Why did you bring me here?” There was a slightly accusatory tone in my voice, feeling defensive about the whole thing.

I expected him to argue and say something about this place being as good as any, but when I paid him a sideways glance, he was looking at me thoughtfully. “Shouldn’t I have? If you want to go somewhere else, just say the word and I’m all for it.”

Something about what he said melted my initial anger at him. “No,” I said, surprised that I was the one saying this line. “No, this is fine. It’s a good place as any.”

He smiled and I felt like I had to literally tear my eyes away from his face, my knees trembling at the sight.

“You know, I was there,” he said. “The night you broke up.”

“I remember,” I told him. “You were hitting on me.”

The sound of his laughter filled the night air. “Right. Sorry about that.”

Out of nowhere, I blurted out the words, “Why were you hitting on me?”

When I looked at him, what I saw was this smug smile on his face. If he was flustered in any way, he showed no signs of it. “You were alone. You looked pretty.” He shrugged. “It’s not exactly rocket science.”

The blush involuntarily started to creep into my cheeks, the butterflies coming back against my will.

We stopped at a random spot, Seth setting the plastic and guitar down on the sand. He unzipped the backpack and fished a blanket out. I stood there awkwardly, slightly amused. For a guy, he seemed very much like a girl sometimes with his organizational skills.