Page 95 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“Especially me,” I say.
Her eyes grow soft and they flicker back and forth like she’s reading something deep down inside me. When her lips curve up a bit, I relax.
“Did you see where she went?” Bailey glances away, shifting for a better view of the crowd Toni was with.
“No,” I say. “I'm sure she’s fine, though.”
Bailey’s brows draw together in a worried little frown. It’s a cute look on her, and one I know well. She’s deep in Big Sister Bailey mode and no amount of me reassuring her that Toni is fine will help.
“I’m gonna go see where she went off to,” Bailey says.
“Want me to come with?”
She shakes her head. “Do you mind grabbing me a drink?”
I pretend to be shocked. “Saint Bailey isdrinkingtonight?”
She rolls her eyes. “Only Janie is allowed to call me that, and only because I can’t get her to stop.”
“Okay, fine,” I say with a laugh. “What are you in the mood for?”
Her smile is pure sin as she backs away. “Surprise me.”
Oof.The air rushes out of my lungs like she just sucker punched me, and when she bites her lower lip and gives me a wink, I’m pretty sure I’ve died and gone to heaven.
I’m still getting used to this new mischievous, sexy, flirty side of Bailey, and I’m well aware that I might just be the luckiest guy alive since I’m the only fool who gets to see it.
For now, at least.
“Meet you back here?” she shouts back to me.
I nod and watch her disappear into the crowd.
The party’s gotten even more packed than I’d realized, and I have to shove my way through the crowd. Everyone’s too caught up in their own conversations to pay attention to me.
Until I get to the makeshift bar, at least.
I don’t even hide my groan when I see Macy leaning against the table’s edge, right next to the cooler and the mixers. She doesn’t try to hide her sneer either, so we’re even.
“You have some nerve coming to my party,” she slurs.
When she stands up straight, she wobbles a bit like the ground is uneven.
It’s not.
I just barely hold back a sigh. A sober mean girl is bad enough. But drunk?
She’s a nightmare.
“And here I thought you’d be happy to see me.” I grin as I reach past her for a red plastic cup. “You and your friends seem awfully interested in me and my love life, so...” I throw my arms out wide. “Here I am. The man of the hour.”
Her lip curls up, but it’s her laughter that sets off a warning sound in the back of my brain. “Your love life? Please. Who are you trying to fool?” She snags the cup out of my hand like aspiteful little brat. “No, what I meant was, I can’t believe you’d show your face now that the truth is out.”
I stare at her for a long moment, trying to keep my features even as dread coils in my gut. “What exactly do you think you know, Macy?” My voice comes out bored despite the tension building in my muscles.
She leans forward and jabs a finger into my sternum, nearly knocking us both over when she loses her balance. “Bailey never fell for you. She never cheated. She never chose you over Grayson.” Her voice is strangely high, her tone a childish sing-song. “This whole thing was neverreal.”
Her hands flail and she nearly smacks my face, but I barely notice because the contents of my stomach are curdling, and that tension is building into all out fear.
