Page 46 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“You take no responsibility foranything,” she shoots back.
I reach for the figurine. “So, you’re saying you want me to take this back?”
She jerks it away, out of reach. “I didn’t say that.”
We share a stupid little smile that’s only partly for show. I’m sure she’s just as aware as I am that Grayson is watching us and his interest is anything but casual.
And God, I hope she’s enjoying that suspicious look just as much as I am.
“You know I was thinking about you last night,” I say as I lean in farther.
She arches a brow in surprise and I see Grayson frowning out of the corner of my eye. Toni and the other girls are deathly silent. I get the feeling Bailey and I are on stage together, but no one else has any idea where this show is going. “I think it’s time you get a new nickname.”
She purses her lips, trying not to smile.
“Sassette,” I say.
She bursts out laughing, and she’s the only one. Probably because nobody but Bailey remembers that random Smurf.
She’s seriously such a nerd.
“I can’t believe you remember her.” Bailey sounds delighted.
She’s about to say more, but before she can finish, Grayson wraps an arm around her shoulder. “Eat up, Bae, your lunch break is almost over.”
She blinks as she turns to face him, and her gaze focuses belatedly.
Holy crap, this girl isgood.
Even I’m fooled into thinking she’d forgotten all about him for a little while there.
Then she smiles up at him, back to being his sweetheart of a girlfriend. Back to the perfect girl next door routine she’s been acting out for years now.
This is one performance I don’t care to watch.
I push back my chair and get up to leave.
My job here is done.
THIRTEEN
TONY! TONI! TONÉ!
Bailey
Being sofake all the time is literally killing me.
Okay, fine. Not literally. But my face hurts from all the unnatural smiling and I’m pretty sure I’m developing an ulcer.
“You and Zack seem to be getting along better lately,” Grayson says as Zack walks away from the table.
“Mmm.” I make a noncommittal sound as I shove a forkful of salad in my mouth.
When in doubt, give him nothing. That’s my new rule. One I picked up from Grayson, of all people. The more I think back to those nights when I’d lay awake worrying about the fact that he hadn’t called, the more I’ve been able to remember how he’d acted. The ways he’d made me doubt him, myself...my sanity.
So now, it seems only fitting that I take a page from his book and use his own actions against him. I focus on the fork in my hand, the food in my mouth—anything but the guy sitting next to me right now. He’ll probably drop it. He’s been mostly ignoring my newfound friendship with Zack all week.
“What’s up with that?” he asks.
