Page 28 of My Rules for Revenge
“Heather, no.”
“I’m kidding. I’ll make him feel bad for squeezing my butt, and then he’ll help me for sure.”
“My god, Heather. He did not do that,” Vivian scoffed.
I clapped my hands together in delight.
“I’ll make himthinkthat’s what he did.”
“Heather!”
“Alright, fine. I’ll try to be nice. I’ll ask him if he wants to help me politely obliterate Jacob’s reputation and future.”
Vivian sighed and shook her head.
“For you, that works.”
I used my hand to shield the blistering sun while I walked over to the P.E. field. The grass was freshly cut and leveled, but it smelled like a mixture of motor oil and green leaves. It was no surprise that it was professionally detailed and kept to a high standard. The high school sports programs at Brightwood High got most of the budget. I disliked having to ask athletes for help. Most of the ones I knew were loud, arrogant, and full of themselves.
Admittedly, Eddy seemed to be different. He was the only reason I considered this proposition from Vivian. If not, I would’ve asked the sexually active band geeks for help or maybe some of the student government kiss-ups. Okay, maybe not the band geeks. They were pretty freaky…and horny.
I spotted Eddy dribbling a soccer ball with a few of his friends near the end of the field. I forced myself to walk over to them. As I approached them, a few of them smiled and whispered to one another while Eddy looked fearful.
I only recognized one of them, Frank Jackson. His nickname was “Frankie.” He was a hulking basketball player with a beautiful tan who the cheerleaders went nuts for. I felt he wasalways a bit empty upstairs, but that didn’t seem to matter much. He was a talented super athlete with light brown eyes, and he knew how to use his charm to make the girls squeal like baby pigs. I heard that he was supposedly a very kind person, deep down. I never believed that.
“Hey, guys. Eddy, can I talk to you?”
Before he could answer, Frankie piped up.
“Hey, you look—really—familiar,” Frankie stammered while the others laughed at him.
“Yeah, I bet I do. We go to the same school. Obviously.”
“C’mon, guys, leave her alone,” Eddy demanded.
“Is she your girl?” Frankie asked.
“Absolutely not,” Eddy replied.
I felt a knot in my stomach when heforcefullysaid that. I wasn’t particularly upset that he had said that, but the way he did it took me by surprise.
“Well, damn. I get it,” I said resentfully.
“Oh, no, no, no. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” Eddy said fearfully.
“Alright, I’m walking over here now,” I said as I stepped a few feet away from their inner circle. Eddy quickly followed me as his friends curiously looked on.
“I’m sorry, Heather. I swear Frankie means well, but he just likes to mess with people too much,” Eddy explained.
“Good. I can use that to my advantage, then.”
“What do you mean?” Eddy asked.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. I need your help,” I expressed.
Eddy flashed a grin and perked up.
“Oh. Okay. Yeah, sure. I’ll help you.”
