Page 8 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
My first reaction to seeing my best friend with his hands all over my girlfriend was shock. Then rage. For days I’ve been wallowing in humiliation and betrayal—hisbetrayal, mainly.
She’d been my girlfriend, yes. But he’d been my closest friend for years, ever since he’d transferred to our school freshman year.
We’ve always had each other’s backs. Sure, his taste in girls sucks—I mean, Bailey? Really? But aside from that, we were tight. We’ve always been different, obviously. He’s all football and good grades, and I’m...not. But we were still friends despite all that.
And he single-handedly destroyed that friendship overher.
Rina doesn’t seem to notice my sneer of disgust as I watch her talk, her hands flailing. She’s trying too hard to make it seem like we’re all good. Like we can actually just be friends after hooking up all year.
Like we actually had a friendship to begin with.
We didn’t. We had mutual attraction, that was it.
“...and I really hope we can still hang out when I get back from vacation, you know?”
I nod. This is so not how I’d expected this confrontation to go down.Iwas supposed to be breaking up withher.I was going to dump her fake, cheating ass and then?—
Well, that’s as far as I’d gotten with my plan. Truth be told, dealing with Rina was the easy part. I knew we’d break up. Obviously. And like she just pointed out, she’d be out of my life soon enough.
Come fall, she’ll be off at college where she can fool some other moron into thinking she’s all sunshine and rainbows.
So yeah, dealing with Rina was the easy part. Although, I hadn’t expected her to beat me to it.
I sink back in the couch cushion, pulling away from her hand resting on my arm again. This isn’t nearly as satisfying as my plan, but it’s probably easier this way.
I would have made her cry, and I don’t deal well with tears. Especially not fake Rina tears.
“I’m so happy we’re on the same page,” she’s saying now. She shifts, resting against me as she curls her legs up on the couch. Like we still cuddle. Like this is still a thing that we do.
As if I have any desire tosnugglewith the chick who cheated on me and then dumped me.
Oh hell no.
I stand up too quickly. “I’m just glad you said it first, to be honest.”
Her eyes widen and she’s watching me from the couch with a stricken expression. “You are?”
“Yeah.” I force a smile that she must know is fake. “All good things, right?”
I don’t even know what I mean by that, but it sounds good. She’s nodding and agreeing, but her answering smile isn’t quite as enthusiastic as it once was. “Right.”
She blinks a few times, clearly confused by my easy acceptance.
And that’s when it hits me. I mean, that’s when I finally,trulycomprehend the situation.
Rina doesn’t know that I know.
Graysondoesn’t know that I know.
This should’ve been obvious, but I was so caught up in the brutal first waves of disbelief and anger that it’s only now really sinking in.
I’ve got the upper hand.
The toxic pit sensation eases up ever so slightly at the realization.
Rina and Grayson may have played me for a fool, but now...now I’m the one who’s in the know.
I give Rina another one of these regretful grimaces that she and I have been rockin’ ever since she showed up on my doorstep tonight. “I don’t mean to be rude, Rina, but if you’re still here when my mom gets home...”
