Page 96 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
Not for me, but for Bailey. Where is she? I turn to look for her, but it’s useless in this thick crush of people.
“Everyone’s talking about it, and you—” She pulls back like she smells something rotten. “You’re just pathetic.”
I stare at her as my pulse pounds in my temples. The loud music is making it impossible to think.
“I can’t believe anyone actually bought it,” she continues. “Like, everyoneactuallybelieved that Bailey would pickyouwhen she had Grayson.”
She makes a scoffing noise and I try not to flinch.
Shit. This is bad. I don’t know how much these people know, but they know enough. And Bailey’s out there in this sea of vipers on her own.
“You know what though?” Macy’s slur is so thick she makes it sound like one word. I realize she’s barely even seeing me at this point. Her gaze is unfocused as she rests her weight against the table again. “I’m glad she found out.”
Her smile makes me sick.
“She used to strut around—” Macy swings her shoulders and arms in what I assume is an imitation of Bailey strutting. “She thinks she’s so perfect.” Her lips fall flat as she mutters, “Grayson still thinks she’s so perfect.”
I start to turn away but she reaches out a hand and catches me by my bicep. “You’re in trouble,” she says in a singsong.
I shrug her off, but when I turn back to the crowd, I see that she’s telling the truth. Not about me being in trouble, but about everyone knowing that Bailey and I have been faking it all along.
I see the stares and I swear I can practically hear the whispers, even through the music.
How the hell did they find out?
“...just can’t believe she’d do that to him.” Macy’s latched onto me again, and apparently she’s still talking, but I’m barely paying attention. I’m too busy scanning the crowd for any sight of her.
“I mean, yeah, he’s a dick for cheating, but he’s a guy, you know? And he’s freakin’ Grayson. She was an idiot to think he wouldn’t take it when he could get it.”
I pull my arm out of her grip because…this feeling? It’s not tension. It’s freakin’ desperation. I need to get to Bailey and make sure she’s okay.
I have to get her out of here.
“I guess she got her revenge though, right?” Macy’s saying. “But what didyouget out of it?”
I glance over to see Macy peering at me through narrowed eyes.
“Why’d you go along with it?” She sounds genuinely curious.
I’m guessing she didn’t know about Grayson and Rina. Maybe Macy thought she was the only one he cheated with. Maybe she’d thought she’d be the one to replace Bailey when they broke up.
For a second I almost feel sorry for her. Not enough to stick around and listen to her toxic garbage though. I turn to walk away but my path is blocked by the crowd trying to get to the drinks.
“Bailey got her revenge, but what did you get?” Macy’s laugh is cruel behind me. “Poor Zack. Poor,stupidZack. Bailey got the better end of this deal, didn’t she? She played you just like she played Grayson.”
I swear to God she cackles behind me. Like the freakin’ wicked witch.
“She made Grayson grovel.” Macy’s having fun now, and I’m stuck trying to push against a human tide. “She actually made him believe that she’d left him for you. But now that he knows she’s not really into you, he’s going to have her back like?—”
I hear a sound, and look over to see her attempting to snap her fingers.
She’s too drunk to manage it.
Sure. Snapping is too difficult for her drunken brain, but spewing nasty gossip? No problemo.
That tracks.
Macy sees me watching her and gives me a sloppy grin. “He’s probably hooking up with her right now.”
