Page 20 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
My hands are shaking so badly I can barely hold it steady. But even shaking, and even blurry, there’s no denying what I’m seeing.
It’s Grayson. And Rina.
And they’re going at it against the wall of the school like they’re starring in their very own porno.
“I’m gonna throw up.” No sooner do I whisper the words through frozen lips than Jane’s hauling me down to the bathroom.
When we’re back in our room, and I’m lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, I have no idea what to do next. Neither does Jane, apparently, because she asks for a third time if there’s someone she can call.
She clearly wants off friend duty, and who can blame her?
“You’ve got to have one friend who’s not a Graysonite,” she says.
Graysonite. That’s what she’s been calling Grayson’s teammate buddies for years now. She makes it sound like he’s running some sort of cult, when in reality he’s just popular.
And here I am, sticking up for him in my thoughts when he’s so thoroughly betrayed my trust.
“What about Toni?” Jane asks.
I turn my head to give her a bland look. Toni was my best friend in grade school and junior high. We didn’t get into a fight or anything, but we’d gone in different directions in high school. We haven’t hung out outside of school since the summer after eighth grade. I couldn’t exactly call her up now and expect her to come running.
I turn my face back up to the ceiling as a fresh wave of self-pity washes over me. “I have no friends.”
Jane doesn’t argue.
“My boyfriend cheated on me, and I have no friends.” I say it aloud just to see how it feels.
Still doesn’t feel real, to be honest. There’s a sort of numbness around my heart now that the shock has faded. That’s probably good. Probably for the best.
But hours later, after Jane’s fallen asleep, the panic is back.
It’s back and it’s been joined by heartache—a crippling, searing pain in my chest every time I think about that photo.
It hurts. It hurts so badly I just want to knock myself out to avoid the pain. But I can’t shut off my brain because I have questions.
So. Many. Questions.
When did this start? Was it a one-time thing?Did Grayson want to break up with me? Had he fallen out of love with me? Had she thrown herself at him, or had he instigated it? And did that matter?
The questions won’t let me sleep, and I physically cannot lie here any longer just staring into the dark.
I can feel myself spiraling and if I don’t get up and get out of my head, I’ll be at the mercy of another panic attack.
The entire family is asleep when I finally give up hope that sleep will claim me. The halls are silent as I make my way out back.
I need an outlet...and I know exactly where to find one.
SEVEN
THE PITCH
Zack
Thwack.
Thwack.
The muffled sound coming from outside has me frowning up at the ceiling over my bed. I hadn’t been sleeping, and the sound wasn’t so loud it would wake me. But now that I’m aware of it, it’s driving me crazy.
