La Vie en Rose

rose | thh: birthday suit + let's play a game

a b o u t 

These are two chapters taken from the original version of The Heartbroken Heartbreaker. I finished writing the first draft July 2014, but these chapters were written 2012 when I was 13. Here, In this version, Kyla reacted to her breakup with Cedric by becoming a player (cringe), but the general plot is still the same.

a / n : 

I'm leaving this completely unedited. Both Seth's and Kyla's characters are not properly grounded and you'll see that they're really, really all over the place. I'm laughing and cringing and crying because this is so, so, so bad, but here it is. Enjoy!

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[Excerpt from Chapter 6]

"What are you doing here?" I asked, eyes wide.

The moment I got out of my car, I knew something was wrong. I sensed it even before I saw him.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Seth Everett blinked thrice, his eyes unfocused as he looked at me. A slow grin spread across his face and he stood up unsteadily. "Kyla!"

I took a step back. What the hell? I haven't even entered our house and Seth was already here to bother me? And moreover, was he actually drunk or high or something?

The smile on his face was completely different to his half-smiles and smirks. The smell of liquor invaded my nose as he took a staggering step towards me.

"Why are you here?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest.

He grinned. "To sleep."

Well, damn.

Chapter Seven – Birthday Suit

It was one thing to deal with Seth Everett at school. Or even at parties. Those moments, I could deal with. But when he suddenly shows up at my house in the middle of the night and is actually very, very drunk, I have no idea what to do.

"How did you know my house?" I asked him. "And what are you doing here?"

He smiled and blinked. "I know everything."

"Go away. Go away now," I said. "Call your girlfriend or something and just be done with it."

I eyed our house warily, making sure my mother wasn't home. She wasn't. Not that that's a surprise. I looked at Seth again, who was now looking at the sky with his head tilted in an angle that I swear must be uncomfortable.

"So many staaaaars," he said.

"Seth, you really have to go now. I don't want to deal with you at the moment, especially like this."

He looked at me straight in the eye and blinked solemnly. "But I don't have anywhere to go."

"Go home," I said.

And he looked down, saying, "Exactly."

"What? Seth, you have a home and—"

"I have a house," he said, "not a home." He smiled childishly at me before looking up at the stars again.
He was drunk, I knew that. But I also knew that something about his words were rang true. A house, not a home. It made me wonder why, exactly, Seth was drunk. As far as I knew, this guy could hold his alcohol. He never drinks anything more than he can manage. Just what was his problem, for him to get so intoxicated? As anyone could obviously point out, this was completely out of his character.