Page 104 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
The writing’s on the wall. We’re over. The ruse is done.
My hands clench the steering wheel. We’ve always been heading toward a dead-end. This was only ever supposed to be a limited-time deal, and the time is up. So where does that leave us?
Nowhere. That leaves us nowhere. I can’t sit around and wait for her to be done with me. I’m not the worst asshole in the world, but I’m not that nice either. I can’t be her stepping stone while she rebuilds her confidence and moves on from Grayson.
And that’s all this was for her.
If tonight showed me anything it was how badly I’d messed up these past few weeks. How thoroughly she’d gotten in my head. And yeah, okay—my heart.
I can admit it. Bailey’s become the center of my whole freakin’ world, and the only way this ends is in heartache.
For me, at least.
We’re just...done? We’re over just like that?
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and swallow hard at the memory of the hurt in her voice. I make one last turn, whichbrings us to our street. Bailey’s unbuckling as soon as I pull to a stop in the driveway.
I go to open my door, but her too-quiet voice cuts me off. “I’ve got it from here.”
I open my mouth and...nothing comes out.
Shit.
I should stop her. Iwantto stop her.And say what?
A rush of rage and need and frustration hits me so hard it leaves me winded.
Don’t go.That’s what I want to say. But I can’t get the words out and she’s slamming the car door shut behind her, herding Toni up the front steps to her house.
And I’m stuck sitting there.
I want to go after her, but I can’t. Some part of me won’t allow it. Call it my pride, I guess, but I can’t do it. Not when I already know how this ends.
But I can’t go home either. The darkened windows mean my mom’s still working, and even if she was home, it’s not like I’m in the mood to talk.
I need to do something—anything. I need to work off this tension before I lose my freakin’ mind.
I’m pulling out of the driveway and driving down the street before I even fully realize where I’m going. Back to the party. My knuckles hurt from gripping the wheel so hard, and my chest is so tight that only a fight will save me.
I need an outlet for this rage, and there’s only one person I want to hurt right now.
But when I pull up and get out of the car, reality sets in. I listen to the sounds coming from the party. I see a few of Macy’s friends who are hanging out on the front lawn.
What are you even doing here?It’s Bailey’s voice in the back of my head right now asking me what I hope to accomplish by coming back here.
The answer? I don’t know.
I lean back against my car and listen to the music and voices coming from the backyard. That anger that drove me here is draining out of me so quickly it’s like a balloon popped inside my chest, and it’s deflating fast.
Too fast.
I’m sinking right along with it.
I spot Grayson and a couple of his friends coming around the side of the house, but they don’t seem to notice me. His buddy Chuck is laughing like a hyena and Grayson’s wearing that dumb-as-shit grin that tells me he’s wasted.
Macy stumbles alongside him, and he laughs as he wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her close. She giggles and pretends to fight him off as he lifts her off her feet. When she turns in his arms and they start drunkenly making out, all I feel is a general sense of disgust toward Grayson and a mild swell of pity for Macy.
They still haven’t noticed me.
