The Heartbroken - S01 E236

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The Heartbroken - S01 E236

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 236

“You’re still not over him.”

“Trust me,” I said, “I’m over Seth.”

“Dude, I never even mentioned his name. It’s

obvious you—”

“Dude? Don’t tell me Justin’s rubbing off on you.”

She visibly reddened. I would have thought that

bringing her budding love life to the conversation

was going to throw her off the topic of Seth, but she

didn’t let up. She took a deep breath, still completely

blushing. “It’s been two years already.”

“I told you, I’m over him.”

That was when Adrienne decided to run into the

kitchen, holding something that looked like a big

notebook in her hands. Hail and I momentarily

exchanged another look as I examined what

Adrienne was holding. It looked suspiciously like a

sketchpad.

I felt my heart skip a beat.

“I saw this on the porch this morning,” Adrienne

said, handing it to me. “It has your face in it.”

I blushed, trying to ignore Hail’s wide and probing

gaze. I took the sketchpad and nearly didn’t want to

open it at all. I nearly wanted to pass out, trying to

suppress my imagination from running wild. I didn’t

want to raise my expectations out of a silly

assumption, after all.

I didn’t even want to open it with anyone else inside

the room, but Hail didn’t seem to approve of my

plan to leave the kitchen and lock myself in the

bathroom, so I stayed where I was and tried to force

my hands to move.

“Open it, open it, open it.”

“Shut up.”

“Open it.”

“Calm down.”

She looked like she was just about to grab it from

me so she could open it herself, but I shot her a look

and she thankfully restrained herself.

I didn’t want to think of the possibilities stemming

out from one sketchpad, worried I might get worked

up over nothing. Still, I couldn’t help but take three

calming breaths before looking down at the plain

dark blue cover of the pad.

It was hard not to assume things.

When I opened it, however, to an almost-blank

page, save for the small doodle at the bottom right

corner of the paper, my heart nearly skyrocketed to

the moon.

It was a doodle of Spongebob and Squidward.

—

I pulled my jacket tighter around me as I climbed out

of my car.

I was trying, unsuccessfully, to keep myself from

hyperventilating at the sight of a familiar car parked

just a few yards from where I decided to park. Hail

said I wasn’t over him yet.

And a part of me always believed that I

really was over him.

I guess I wasn’t quite, yet.

Sure, I really did like Dylan for real and we were

happy together. I hardly even thought of Seth

anymore. The first few months were hard, of

course, and I almost thought he’d never stop

infiltrating my thoughts, but with spending so much

time with Cedric and Hail and Alyssa and the rest, not

to mention adjusting to having a stepfather and

Adrienne, it didn’t take long for me to stop thinking

about him on a regular basis.

It was only until now, with the prospect of possibly

meeting him again, did I feel something stir within

me, like it had woken up from a deep slumber.