The Heartbroken - S01 E174

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The Heartbroken - S01 E174

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 174

A feeling of dread settled in the pit

of my stomach when I saw the

panic in her eyes. Almost

automatically, I stood up from my

seat.

“What’s wrong?”

Hail, who used at least five SAT

vocabulary words in every

conversation, was having trouble

stringing a few words to form a

sentence.

“Punch… Fight… Cedric…”

“Cedric’s in a fight?” My heart leapt

to my throat.

“With Seth,” she added, and before

I knew it, I was already sprinting.

I had to fight my way through the

onlookers who circled what I

assumed was the fight. Adrenaline

was the only thing that made me

dive in through the crowd, elbows

ready to assault anyone who

wouldn’t move to give me way.

I lost Hail somewhere after the

seventh person I elbowed in the

ribs, but I kept going until I

reached the innermost circle, just in

time to see Cedric swing his fist at

Seth’s face.

I hadn’t even realized that I was

screaming for them to stop until I

stepped out of the circle of

onlookers.

Despite this, the fist connected with

its target, the momentum having

already been set.

“Stop!” I said again when Seth

recovered from the blow, unsteady

but poised to retaliate. “Seth, stop!”

He did, finally spotting me, and he

took a step back, bringing a hand

to his jaw. I could almost already

see the bruises trying to establish

their territories on his face.

Cedric continued to glare at Seth.

“You’re a f-----g a-----e.”

“You’re one to talk,” Seth spat back.

“That’s enough,” I said before the

fight could resume. I could feel the

blood pounding in my ears, but I

struggled to keep my voice even.

“Enough.”

I hadn’t even noticed how the circle

of students around had dissolved

until I felt Hail’s hand on my

shoulder. When I looked around,

Warren and the rest were trying to

make the students leave before a

member of the faculty could come.

Seth didn’t dare a glance at me. He

just stood there, eyes fixed on the

ground.

I forced myself to speak. “What

happened?”

Cedric surprised me by reaching for

me, his bloody knuckles visible as

he wrapped his fingers around my

wrist. I couldn’t help but wince at

the contact. It was the same spot

that Seth had bruised last night.

Cedric looked at me alarmingly and

released his hand, studying the

yellowish area in my skin.

A renewed form of anger made

him start for Seth again, but I

grabbed his arm quickly. “Stop it.

Stop.”

I tugged at his arm and tried to pull

him away. Seth raised his gaze, and

it landed somewhere on my hands

against Cedric’s skin. I swallowed,

looking away from him.

“Come on,” I told Cedric.

He stood his ground for a moment,

but when Alyssa came in a fit of

worry and OMGs, immediately

examining Seth’s face, Cedric finally

let himself move..

I sent Seth one last look, waiting for

anything–anything at all–but not

once did our eyes meet.

—

“Sorry,” I said when Cedric winced

for the third time.

It was ironic how three days ago,

we were in a slightly similar

situation, except this time, the roles

were reversed.

We were both quiet as I tried to

clean his injuries with a wet

handkerchief.