Page 9 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
She laughs. “Yeah, that’d be awkward. I get it.”
I lead the way to the front door, and I swear I can see the nervous tension in Rina as she overcompensates when we reach it. She’s too loud, too effusive.
She’s trying so hard it hurts.
Finally, she gives me a kiss on the cheek. One last sad lingering glance, and then she’s gone.
I can actually start to breathe normally when I watch her drive away.
Good riddance.
Is that the way I’m supposed to feel after breaking up with my one and only real girlfriend? Probably not. But I have bigger problems on my plate.
Namely, Bailey.Smurfette.I smile at the thought of her nickname. More specifically, the way it drives her nuts.
It literally never fails to piss her off.
Seriously, you’d think that afteryearsof hearing that dumb nickname on a daily basis she’d get over it, right? But nope. Not Bailey Tucker. The girl can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. And the way her lips purse and her eye twitches every time I call her Smurfette?
It never gets old.
Is it obnoxious that I still get enjoyment from her pain? Sure. But the way I see it, somebody has to remind Bailey that she’s a mere mortal, and as one of the people who’s known her the longest and is stuck living beside her? That falls on me.
The girl spends so much time trying to be the best student, the perfect girlfriend, the most beloved member of our class, the ideal employee—quite frankly, it’s exhausting to watch. But the thing is, people buy it. Grayson, my mom, our classmates, everyone. They all think she’s God’s gift. That she really is as perfect as she pretends to be.
In reality, Bailey is irritating, and judgmental, and a know-it-all, and...
And she still doesn’t deserve to be cheated on.
I let my head fall against the doorframe with a thud. Bailey has her faults, but she’s nothing if not loyal.
And in love.
The thought makes my chest tighten painfully. I have no idea how I’m going to break this to her.
I’m still standing there at the front door when Grayson’s SUV pulls up a little while later. It would seem Grayson-the-dutiful-boyfriend has picked up his Stepford-wife girlfriend from her first day at work, and he’s bringing her home safe and sound.
Repeat after me.Awww.
I don’t bother to hide my disgust. These two have nevernotbeen nauseating. And no, this isn't my current hatred of Grayson talking. I’ve despised these two as a couple since the day they made it official freshman year.
And yeah, they made itofficial. Like, declaring it on social media and holding hands in the hallway every chance they got official.
It was obnoxious then, and it’s still annoying now. But then again, pretty much everything about Bailey annoys me.
I watch as she steps out of the SUV and comes around to Grayson’s side. He’s smiling that big, dopey bright-white grin of his as she says...something. I can’t make out what.
Then she’s at his open window and she’s leaning in and?—
I look away before I puke.
And yes, thatismy current hatred for Grayson talking. I’m not such a prude that I can’t stand the sight of a little PDA, but the fact that Grayson is kissing her…
That she’s kissing him…
That she doesn’t know…
It lands like a punch in my gut.
