Page 56 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
My heart’s racing, but it’s fear for Zack, who’s sprawled on the ground. My stomach’s still churning from the sickeningcrackof Grayson’s fist colliding with bone.
Two of the staff members who’d walked out with Grayson are holding him back now so he can’t hit Zack again.
Or maybe…so he can’t hit me.
I don’t know if he would, but the way he’s shouting at me right now… He could.
Spit flies from his mouth as he curses and rages, and...I should be upset, right? I should be feeling something more than this.
Maybe I’m in shock. But I don’t think so. I hear Grayson say, “We’re through. You and me? We’re done!”
I should care. I really should.
But all I feel is a surge of relief as the indecision and fear and anticipation that’s been tying me up in knots all week comes undone.
It’s over.
And it’s…not good. I get that. Zack’s groaning on the ground, and Grayson’s red-faced with rage, and the employees holding Grayson are shouting at him to calm down, and one’s telling the other to call security.
Or, no, he says that to me. And I realize they’re looking at me like they’re waiting for me to do something.
But I just stand there and watch Zack to make sure he’s okay.
I see a crowd forming around us, but I don’t care. Most of them are employees I only know by sight. Except for Jessica. She’s one of Macy’s friends, and she’s watching Grayson and me with an open mouth and her phone in hand.
Someone’s got to be taking pictures, maybe even filming our breakup.
And I…don’t care.
Not now, at least. Maybe later I’ll care.
Yeah, I most definitely will care later.
But for now, Grayson shakes off one of the kids who’d been holding him back—Tom, I think his name is. He’s young, afreshman, I think. He’s no match for Grayson in size, and I almost feel sorry for him.
I don’t want him to get hurt like Zack, who’s rolling onto his side to get up. No one moves to help him, so I push past Grayson to help Zack to his feet.
Grayson finally goes quiet and I turn to see him staring at me like he’s never seen me before. He’s looking at me like I’m a stranger.
Welcome to the club. I know the feeling well, and I can’t bring myself to feel guilty. Maybe I should.
No, I definitely should. The old me? The girl whohadn’tbeen cheated on? The one whohadn’tkissed Zack?
She would definitely feel guilty.
I should be a bigger person. I’m better than this. Two wrongs don’t make a right. It’s better to take the high road.
I get all that. My brain understands this. But all Ifeelis freakin’ relieved that Grayson is out of my life.
I can move on. I can pick up the pieces and figure out where I’m going, and who I’m going to be.
Is this who I’m going to be now? The girl who gets even. The girl who cheats. The girl who kisses Zack Myers...
And likes it.
I shut down that thought as Zack moves so he’s in front of me. He’s protecting me from Grayson and his wrath.
But Grayson’s not ranting anymore. He’s just staring at us, his breathing heavy and his brows drawn together, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and pain.
