Page 56 of My Rules for Revenge
“Frankie, no. Don’t fight,” Vivian pleaded.
I couldn’t see what was happening, but I was pretty sure Vivian was holding him back. At this point, I had heard enough—I was getting inside. I was so angry that it sobered me up a bit, so I softly knocked on the door.
“We’re busy in here. Come back later,” Jacob answered.
“Luna’s here. She wants to talk,” I said.
“There’s no way. Is she really? Is this a prank?” Jacob asked.
“She’s here at the party. She wants to talk to you. She told me personally. She feels bad for what she did,” I expressed.
“She does?” Jacob asked.
“Yeah. She told me that, too, Jacob,” Vivian added.
Thankfully, she caught on quickly.
“Yeah, come look for yourself,” I suggested.
“How come she isn’t talking?” Jacob asked.
“She’s shy and ashamed. She doesn’t want to talk here. She wants to talk somewhere in private, just the two of you,” I explained.
“Just the two of us? Wow! That sounds great. Wait, who are you? You sound very, very familiar!” Jacob exclaimed.
I did my best to mask my voice by making it sound like a jock. It sounded absolutely ridiculous.
“Why don’t you open the door and find out?” I asked.
“Nah, I don’t trust you, whoever you are,” Jacob replied.
I was about to scream when suddenly I heard someone rushing in towards the door. It swung open, and I could finally dash inside. Vivian had opened the door for me, while Frankie was right behind her. Jacob had scurried away to the far corner of the room. He held a coat hanger to defend himself, and he wasn’t wearing any pants. Fortunately, this caveman wasn’t butt-naked.
I quickly darted my eyes around the room, looking for a weapon for future use. I spotted a small lamp on the nightstand, an empty peanut butter jar on the floor, and a wooden baseball bat tucked away in the half-shut closet. I kept my options in mind.
“Hey,” Vivian said with a smile.
“Hey.”
“Heather, are you seeing this man? He took off his pants,” Frankie scoffed.
“Please don’t fight,” Vivian pleaded.
I slowly inched closer to Jacob as he gave me a suspicious look.
“I knew it was you. There’s no way Luna wants to talk to me. You’re a dirty liar,” Jacob hissed.
“What the hell are you doing here, dog-face?”
“I’m here because I wanna get some ass. Is that so bad? All of you do it,” Jacob pointed out.
“Have you lost your damn mind?”
“No. I have not. My mind is perfectly inside my head.”
“You sound like a primate,” I commented.
“You know what, Heather? I don’t care what you call me anymore. You’re a completebitch! As a matter of fact, why don’t you come over here and fondle my balls?”
