Page 129 of Good Girl's Guide to Love
“Katie, Katie, baby,” Brad says, doing his best to lift her off of him. “As happy as I am to see you, you’ve got to catch me up. How did you know where I was staying?”
Katie laughs and playfully smacks his chest. Only by Brad’s reaction, I don’t think it was very playful. “You told me in your email, Pookie.“
“I have no clue what the fuck you’re talking about,” he says, standing from the bed, I’m guessing to be saved from another attack.
Katie drops her trench coat to the ground, fully revealing a barely-there lace number.
“I love when you play hard to get,” Katie says, sitting on the bed, legs crossed. “You wrote me and said that everything worked. That we ruined his life. You got what you wanted. And now because of that, we can be together again!”
Another in-unison chorus comes from our room, only this time it’s “oh shit.”
Because holy shit…
This is what we needed. Confirmation of the affair. Because if our theories are right, this is what started it all.
Stella did some digging—the woman astounds me with what she can scrape from just from a few social media and Google searches—and found some old photos of the two of them together. Enter Logan—who apparently, along with developing video games, has a hacking hobby—was able to find old texts and messages sent last season between Katie and Brad. Most of them required all of us to wash out our eyes after what we read, but in between the horrible sexts and nudes I’ll never be able to unsee, this is what we put together: They were fucking. Brad was married. Brad’s wife found out. Brad called off the affair, and his wife still left him. And all of that happened the week before he tore his ACL.
His life literally blew up in front of his eyes. Then I came along and poured salt in every wound.
And if they just keep talking, we could figure out their entire plan.
“Katie, I never sent you that email,” Brad says, as he tries to hand her back her coat. “I told you that we were done. The other night was the last time.”
“Of course he’d get his dick wet one more time,” Quinn says. “Asshole.”
“No, you didn’t!” Katie screeches. “You told me to ruin his life. Get him cut from the team. By any means possible. And if I did that, you’d take me back. And I did it! It worked. He’s suspended but I bet he’s getting kicked off soon. I fed every columnist I knew all his dirty laundry. Let every one of them quote me as a source. I ruined my career for you! So why are you breaking your promise, Bradley?”
“Don’t call me that. You know I hate being called that.”
“Well, I hate being lied to,Bradley, so tell me why you don’t love me!”
“She’s cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs,” Ainsley says as I let out a whistle.
“That’s an insult to Cocoa Puffs.”
The two continue going back and forth when we hear a signal from Emmett.
“Dipshit entering. I repeat, Dipshit on his way up.”
“He better have loose lips again,” Ainsley says. “I still can’t believe he admitted all of that to me.”
“What did he actually say?” Stella asks. “I think, in the chaos, we never got back to that part of the story.”
“He pulled me away from Linc, conveniently when Brad stepped in front of him,” Ainsley begins. “It was all the distraction needed to separate us. Kept going on and on about how he knew that we were fake. That we weren’t real. That I could drop the act. And when I told him it wasn’t an act, that we were dating, he dragged me outside, but that was so he could yell at me. Which, okay, throw a tantrum. But in that tantrum, he slipped and said that Katie told him we were fake and that if he helped her, that she could guarantee we would break up. Whatever he said after that I’m not sure, because that’s when I lost it.”
“And that’s when you called her a ‘crazy fucking bitch!’” Quinn exclaims. “Not going to lie, I’ve watched that part of the video multiple times.”
“She is. And that’s why I’m hoping she’ll slip today. I have to know her motives,” Ainsley says. “She ruined Linc. She tried to ruin me. Was it all just to get Brad back? Was everything just for that?”
“We’ll see,” Logan says. “Because Dipshit has entered the chat.”
“How did you get him here?” Ainsley asks. “You never told me.”
Maeve, Stella, and Quinn all give each other guilty looks.
“What did you three do?”
“It wasn’t bad,” Stella begins before Quinn finishes her thought.
