Page 27 of Summer with My Sexy Ex
“Yes.” I sigh.
“You still like him,” she singsongs.
“No, I don’t!”
“Which means you do.” She chuckles.
“Yeah.” I sigh again. “What’s wrong with me, Darbs? One look at him, and it’s like I’m eighteen all over again.”
“Sucks.”
“That’s all you have to say? Sucks?”
“Well, it does.” She laughs. “Look, you knew he’d probably be there this weekend.”
“I know,” I sigh.
“This is why you made the plan to begin with, for when you saw him again.”
“Yeah.”
“Is the plan something you still want to do?”
“Of course,” I say with more conviction than I feel. I’ve spent at least four years ruminating and brooding about that night. Forty-eight months of letting my hate fester and grow to epic proportions. The anger and humiliation of rejection feeding off itself for two hundred and eight weeks. One thousand, four hundred, and fifty-six nights filled with dreams about how to make this man pay.
Now it’s finally here, and all I can think is, “What if it backfires?”
“How could it?”
“He could leave me high and dry.” I think back to how it felt with his arms around me tonight. Or when he kissed me. Both were short and brief, but that didn’t make them any less potent.
“Not gonna happen.” She sounds so sure. I ask her why. “Simple,” she continues. “You aren’t eighteen any longer. You’re in Vegas—where anything and everything happens, you’re hot, and you have a plan.”
“You’re right.” I wish I felt as certain as she sounds. I don’t because I left out the part about the kiss. If I tell her about the kiss, she’ll know I’m going to cave.
“Look, Brie, if you can’t do it for yourself, then do it for all womankind.”
I laugh.
She continues. “I’m serious. We’ve all got that guy in our past who we want to string up by the balls and torture relentlessly for being an asshole. But not all of us get our chance. You have the chance.Thisis your chance. You’d be foolish not to take it.”
“You’re right.” I nod, trying to push the kiss out of my mind.
“He rejected you.”
I nod again, feeling stronger. “You’re right.”
“This is going to be a piece of cake,” she says. “You’ve got this.”
“I’ve got this,” I repeat.
“You do!”
“I have a plan.” I’m feeling a little better now.
“That’s right, baby!”
“I’ll get my revenge.”I can do this.
