The Heartbroken - S01 E165

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The Heartbroken - S01 E165

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 165

I flushed, my eyes involuntarily

snapping to his. “What?”

I expected him to be amused with

my incredibly coherent reply, but I

was surprised to find him rubbing

the spot behind his neck, the

reddening of his cheeks visible

from the light spilling out of

Snowflake.

“Plans,” he repeated. “Saturday.

There’s this new cupcake shop that

opened two towns over and I

thought maybe we could… well, you

know. Hang out?”

Something fluttered in my chest,

sending tingles all over my body.

Was he asking me out on a date?

The thought made me giddy and I

had to bite on my lower lip to keep

myself from smiling.

I was just about to say yes, when a

sudden thought nagged at me, and

instead I let out a curse. All the

fluttery feelings evaporated in an

instant, and I found myself giving

him an apologetic look.

“I have to go to the museum with

Cedric.”

His brows creased together.

“Cedric?”

“It’s for a project.”

“Oh.” He contemplated on this for a

while, and his silence compelled me

to explain the whole thing to him,

including Mr. Callahan’s stupid

buddy rule.

“Will you be okay?” he asked me.

I looked away. “Of course.” I had to

be.

“But you’ll be free on Sunday,

right?”

I peered up at him. “I think.”

“Good. We’re going to have a

cookout at Lily’s,” he replied. “Some

barbecue and a variety of unhealthy

food. We usually sleep over and

they’ll probably force you to come.

You’ll come, right?”

I smiled. “You had me at unhealthy

food.”

“You know”—he folded his hands

over the roof of my car and rested

his chin on them—“you’ve changed

a lot. You smile more often lately.

Should I be worried?”

Immediately after hearing the last

part, I scowled, prompting him to

laugh.

“Aaand you’re back to normal,” he

said. “A shame, really. I like it when

you smile.”

I stared at him, trying to figure out

if it was nothing but a simple

compliment, or if it was something

more.

If he wasn’t so confusing, I would

have probably told him about my

real feelings already. I wanted to

believe in the possibility that he

liked me too; that he would admit it

once I tell him my feelings, but the

truth was that I didn’t know that.

For all I knew, he might just see me

as a friend. He’d told me one too

many times that I was one of his

closest friends, and I literally had no

idea how to read him when it came

to these kinds of feelings, and

before I could stop myself, I said,

“Question game.”

His eyebrows creased, and for a

moment he just eyed me. I didn’t

look away until he gave me a

hesitant nod.

“That Catching Juliet mix in your

car,” I began, studying him to

gauge his reaction, “was it for

Sarah?”

Immediately after hearing the

question, he looked away.

I dared him to say pass, because it

was Sarah we were talking about,

and I knew he didn’t like talking

about her. The thought made my

stomach clench, thinking about

how he was still greatly affected by

her, but I knew I couldn’t blame

him for that; not when it was the

same for me with Cedric.

“Yeah,” he replied. Taking a deep

breath, he continued, “Sarah loves

Romeo and Juliet. She once played

as Juliet in this summer art camp in

middle school. It was the first time I

met her.”