The Heartbroken - S01 E56

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The Heartbroken - S01 E56

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 56

Rolling my eyes, I

exhaled and shook my

head. “Yeah, only in your

wildest dreams.”

“You. Like. Me,” he said.

“You wish.”

He stared hard at me.

For some reason, I

couldn’t seem to look

away, held by this

mysterious gaze of his.

And then, he grinned.

Heat rose to my cheeks

and I was suddenly

looking everywhere but

him. I stood up from my

seat—the chair irritably

grinding against the

floor—and immediately

turned away to hide my

blush. What the f--k is

wrong with him?

More importantly,

what’s wrong with me?

I fumbled for

something to say,

feeling the silence

pressing against me.

“When’s your mother

coming home?”

An audible sigh. “She’s

away at the moment.”

“Away?”

“Haven’t I told you

before? Mom’s a

journalist. She often

goes away to cover

some events and

stuff.”

I turned to him. “Is that

why you can throw a

lot of parties?”

“I guess?” he replied.

“So when is she coming

back?” I asked, trying

to be subtle about it.

But the truth was, I

was getting desperate

here. I really didn’t want

to go home yet, so

despite the fact that I

never ever would have

considered staying the

night here had it not

been for dire

circumstances, I needed

to stay here for a little

while.

He looked at me. “Your

mother will be worried,”

he said, already reading

my mind before I could

even find a good way to

put my thoughts into

words.

“She can screw

herself,” I said. “Or

screw that boyfriend of

hers, anyway.”

The look he was giving

me made me squirm.

His blue eyes held mine

as if he could see right

through me. “Are you

sure you don’t want to

talk things out with

her?”

“Not yet,” I replied,

voice quiet.

For a long while, he

considered this in

silence, seemingly deep

in thought. I slumped,

already dreading his

answer. He must be

thinking about ways to

kick me out of his

house and manhandle

me to shove me right

back to my house.

Finally, he sighed. “She’ll

be back in three days.”

I couldn’t help it—really,

I just couldn’t—but I

perked up almost

immediately, my

shoulders lifting and

eyes widening, lips

automatically pulling

back into a grin. “Thank

you so much.”

He eyed me, apparently

just as weirded out as I

am with my perky self.

He blinked, lifting his

eyebrows. “You’re

ecstatic. Are you sure

you’re not just using

your mom as an excuse

to live under the same

roof as me?”

I rolled my eyes. “I just

threw up in my mouth.”

Shaking his head, he

chuckled and sent me

that Seth Everett smile.

“Now, there’s the Kyla I

know, with such hurtful

words you wield like

blades.”

“The hell?” I said.

“See? My point,

exactly.” He pointed his

index finger at me. “You

can stay here—if you

agree to meet my

mother.”

Meeting his mother just

because I didn’t want

to meet mine. Such

irony. I leveled my gaze

with him and finally

said, “Okay.”

“So…” he said.

I gave him a questioning

look.