Page 29 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
I tear my gaze away from Zack’s to look up at a frowning Grayson.
“Yes?” Myyesis a question and a whisper, and it sounds incredibly lame.
I sound like such a freakin’ wuss.
Because Iama wuss. If I had a spine I’d be breaking up with Grayson right now. I’d be telling him where he could shove it because I’m too good for a two-timing cheat.
And yet, I’m staring back at him with wide eyes, all but pleading with Grayson to believe me.
As much as I might not love Zack, he’s offering me an out. And I want it.
Ineedto get away from here. I’m not ready to confront Grayson. I have no idea what I even want to say.
But right now, Zack’s talking for me. He’s telling Grayson about some family get-together his mom invited me to when I gave him a ride home the night before.
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but he sounds legit. I almost believe him myself and I know very well we never ran into his mom, and I certainly didn’t agree to tag along to some family party down by the lake.
But Grayson’s sighing and rubbing my back. “And you want to go?” he asks me.
The way he asks it makes me feel like a child. Like, I’m so helpless I can’t say no to a party without his help.
Grayson’s brows arch when I don’t instantly respond, and his gaze is searching. Do I want to go...?
I nod.
Turns out, that’s all I have to do.
Grayson gives me his pouty face. I’ve never loved this expression. I’m sure he thinks it’s cute, but it’s always rubbed me the wrong way. And right now, that stupid pout is exactly what I need so I can pull away from his touch once and for all.
“I promised Zack’s mom I’d go so...” I shrug in a ‘what are you gonna do?’ kind of way.
Grayson’s backing up, heading toward his car. “Call me when you’re done, Bae. And be safe.”
I nod. I’ve always loved how overprotective Grayson is, but right now thatbe safejust feels condescending. I have this urge to flip him off.
I don’t. I smile instead. And just before Grayson turns away, Zack slips an arm around my shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I ask as he pulls me in against his side. Between him and Grayson, I feel like a rag doll today. But I don’t stop smiling and Zack laughs like I said something funny.
Grayson’s looking over his shoulder. He sneaks a few looks in our direction as he goes his way, and then Zack and I head toward Zack’s car on the other side of the lot.
It’s not until we’re in the car that I turn to face Zack. “What are you doing?” I ask again.
He grins, and the laughter in his eyes is the dangerous kind. “Taking you to a family party, what do you think I’m doing?”
I start to ask more questions, but he reaches for his seat belt and nods toward mine. I automatically reach for it, but I’m not done with the questions. “What was that back there?”
He shoots me a sidelong look and that laughter is dying. “I could ask you the same thing. I figured you might need a ride since your personal driver is, you know, the same guy who’scheatingon you.”
I flinch. Turning so I can face him better, I narrow my eyes. “And the party?”
He shrugs. “I really do have to go to this party. It’s my great uncle’s birthday. You remember Ray, right?”
I nod. Of course, I do. We used to spend long, lazy afternoons at his great uncle’s lake house when we were kids. I haven’t been back there in years.
Zack doesn’t say anything more, but there’s a tension in him that’s at odds with his easygoing words. There’s more going on here, and I deserve to know what.
I remember the way he wrapped an arm around me a minute ago, just like he did the night before at Macy’s pool party.
