Page 42 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
My lips part and my eyes widen. It’s not so much his words as the intensity in his gaze that shocks me.
He turns to look back at the road, but I know he’s waiting for some sort of response. An answer.
“Okay,” I say quietly.
His Adam’s apple moves and he gives a short nod. “Okay.”
TWELVE
SMURFETTE OR SASSETTE
Zack
Sitting across from Grayson,pretending I don’t want to punch him?
Yeah. This is my new version of hell on earth.
“So, I told her if she had a problem with it, she could take her kid somewhere else.” Grayson reaches for the ketchup in the middle of the table. He’s wearing this expectant look, like he’s just waiting for me to crack up.
I don’t. I manage a smile, but that’s the best I’ve got. Resisting the urge to punch this guy in the throat is freakin’ exhausting. I’m not sure how Bailey’s been doing it.
But Grayson doesn’t seem to notice that I’m not laughing at his lame work story because the girls we’re sitting with give the requisite chuckle, so I’m off the hook.
I glance over at the door instead. Bailey should be here by now, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she worked right through her lunch break. Such an overachiever.
Or maybe she’s avoiding Grayson.
Not that I can blame her. She’s been playing the role of dutiful girlfriend all week, and it’s got to be killing her. Bailey is many things, but a liar is not one of them. Being two-faced doesn’t come easily to her. Or to me, for that matter.
I glance over when the doors open, but it’s not her.
Maybe she’s avoiding me. I can’t really blame her for that, either. Working together at the souvenir shop, we’re spending more quality time together than we have since we were ten and decided we should live in her tree fort for a summer.
We didn’t last the summer. Not even close. But my point is, that’s the last time we’ve been so joined at the hip, and I wouldn’t blame her for being over it.
I mean, we even drive to and from work together these days. Bailey gave Grayson this whole song and dance about how it only makes sense for me to drive her to work since we work the same hours, and blah blah blah.
I was there for this speech, and Grayson’s expression had been so awesomely confused.
Understandably. Bailey’s spent the past few years actively avoiding being alone with me, and now she’s voluntarily carpooling with me twice a day?
It was a real head scratcher for poor ol’ Grayson. Watching his confusion and the flicker of jealousy he’d tried to hide? It’d been epic.
Even Bailey had looked smug when he’d walked away.
So yes, if she bails on lunch today, I can’t really blame her. But I can’t stop keeping an eye out for her all the same.
But the doors to the break room stay closed.
The break room is also a cafeteria, of sorts, although no one here actually eats the disgusting food they keep in those warming stations all day long. Instead, we all use our discounts at the parks’ food court or have our friends who work at the food trucks hook us up.
Jessica at the taco truck has a thing for me, which is why I’m eating a burrito for the third day in a row. I never turn down free food, even if there are strings attached.
And these particular strings are why Jessica is sitting beside me right now, working on a burrito of her own, her friend Krista on the other side of her. Jessica’s a sweet girl, but too young for me. She’ll be a sophomore next year. She’s friends with Macy and the rest of the cheerleaders, though, so she’s in with Grayson’s crowd.
It’s not a surprise at all that she’s laughing a little too hard over his story of parental drama at the Tilt-A-Whirl.
Across from me is Toni, Bailey’s old bestie from back in the day. She’s not laughing, and her smile is small and tolerant. Her gaze meets mine and she widens her eyes a bit in a way that says she’s bored as all hell at this table.
