Page 110 of My Rules for Revenge
“Yes, Heather. What are you getting at?”
“You’re lying. Those texts between you two are real.”
“Heather, no. I swear to you that those texts between us are fake—they’re utterly fake,” Eddy reassured me.
He tried to grasp my hand, but I frowned and pulled away.
“Heather, are you being serious right now?”
“I know you’re freaking lying. I found Indira and talked to her. She told me everything. She was the one who helped Carlos and Manny orchestrate that little exposé in the auditorium.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what? Wait a minute. What do you mean you talked to her?”Eddy asked with a very fearful look on his face.
“I found out where she lives and spoke with her. She’s two hours away.”
“Okay, that sounds weird,” Eddy added.
“Not really; I wanted the truth.”
“Look, I have no idea what she told you, but it’s not the truth. She’s a bit unstable. She’s not trustworthy,” Eddy reassured me.
“Oh, wow! So, now she’s unstable. That’s incredible.”
“That wasn’t the best way to put it. You know what I mean,” Eddy blurted out.
“No, I don’t know what you mean. Please explain it to me. I’m tired of you lying. I already know the truth, and I want you to confirm it right now.”
“What the hell did she tell you?” Eddy asked with a hint of personal guilt coming through in his voice.
“That you two slept together,” I remarked.
“What? That’s ridiculous. I’ve never had sex with her.”
I began shaking as my anger and frustration bubbled up to the surface.
“Stop playing dumb, Eddy. I’m starting to question everything that you’ve ever done and said to me. It’s like I have no idea what kind of person you really are. I thought you were a nice, peaceful guy who tried to be honest. Was I wrong about you?”
“Of course not, Heather. I always try to be a good guy. I think I’ve shown it. Haven’t I? I know I don’t hang out with the best crowd, but I try to be different from them. I never wanted to be the dumb, stereotypical athlete who’s a jerk and a bully for no reason,” Eddy explained, flustered by the situation.
“You may not be any of those things, but you’re still a bold-faced liar.”
I took out my phone, scrolled through my photos, and showed him a picture of him sleeping. Half of Indira’s face was in the shot, and they were both in a bed. Eddy hung his head back and then buried his face in his hands.
“Indira took this when you two hooked up and never told you about it. She sent it to me after we talked. Eddy, I swear if you don’t cut the bullshit right now, I’ll stab you in the throat.”
My eyes became watery, but I quickly wiped the tears away. Eddy lifted his head after a prolonged period of time and let out a heavy sigh. He stood up and began pacing.
“Heather… I’m so, so sorry I never told you. I wanted to keep it a lie so badly because I was completely ashamed of what I had done. You have to understand that it’s one of the worst things I’ve ever done, and… I never wanted to talk about it. I just wanted to forget it,” Eddy said, seemingly regretful.
“Eddy, how did Indira’s pictures leak?”I asked with a very serious tone of voice.
“I’m not sure,” Eddy replied hesitantly.
“Eddy, don’t tell me that.”
I shot him a furious look, and he quickly gave in.
“You’re right, you’re right. I’m sorry. So, this is what happened. I was at a party with Frankie, Porter, Marcus, and some of the other guys from the team. We were horsing around and having a good time. All of us were pretty tipsy, and some of them were flat-out drunk.
