The Heartbroken - S01 E188

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The Heartbroken - S01 E188

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 188

Maybe I should have been alarmed,

or at least worried, about all the

rumors circulating the school about

my breakup with Seth, but I’ve

gone past the point of caring by

the time Thursday rolled around.

In four days, I had evolved into an

enigma of some sort—and the

prevailing rumor was that I was the

girl who cheated on Seth Everett in

order to run off with Cedric the

Nobody, which was why the two

guys started punching each other

last Monday.

While it seemed logical, at least

more than the other rumors, it was

still kind of offensive how people

can create rumors about someone

they barely knew and how the rest

use these rumors to make quick

judgments.

I tried not to let it bother me

because, really, what else was I

supposed to do? Most of the

damage had been done and the

only broken piece that mattered to

me was the one that contained the

relationship, or lack thereof,

between me and Seth.

Over the last few days, I’d seen him

in the cafeteria, sitting with

everyone else. I tried not to look at

him as much as possible, but

sometimes, I’d look over, and I

couldn’t decide whether or not to

be disappointed because not once

had our eyes met.

We haven’t talked at all since the

day he decided to drive off, and

more and more messages were

added to the Unsent folder on my

phone.

I didn’t know why, but there was

something oddly comforting about

putting my thoughts into words, so

I started to talk to this empty space

where he used to be.

The messages weren’t even about

us anymore. I’d started talking

about all these other things I would

have told him if things between us

hadn’t fallen already fallen apart.

Mom and I had dinner at one of

Dad’s favorite restaurants today.

We haven’t gone together in

ages. I don’t know. I feel like it’s

more than just about eating

there. It felt like revisiting the

past, something I’d always been

afraid of doing, and I’d like to

think I got over that fear because,

really, when you visit the past, it’s

the happy moments—the ones

that matter—that you tend to

remember.

And then the next morning:

I had that dream again, the one

where I was chasing a bird down

the white corridor.

But this time, I think I was

running with someone.

I think it was you.

It wasn’t even that I was mad at

him. I’d gone past the point of

anger, and maybe I was just sad.

I’d lost a friend when things got

muddy when all these other

feelings had been thrown into the

mix, and it was just disheartening

to think about how he had been a

massive part of my life for the past

few week, and now we were

reduced to this.

It felt like Cedric all over again.

In any case, I didn’t let myself drift

away from the others, so Alyssa, Lily

and I decided to meet Thursday

after school with Hail.

The moment we arrived at Coffee

Overdose, Alyssa and Lily

immediately noticed how hot Chris

the Barista was. Hail and I

exchanged knowing looks while

they eyed him appreciatively.

“Why have we never been here

before?” Lily whispered to Alyssa,

who didn’t bother to reply, too

busy ogling Chris.

“And you guys wanted to go

Starbucks,” Hail had pointed out.

Alyssa barely looked away from the

counter. “You guys never said

there’s a Greek god working here.”