Page 101 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
This is the worst performance I’ve seen in years. It’s sheer crocodile tears that fill his eyes. Even my little brothers are better at this when they play their game ofwho can be more pitiful to get his way?
“Don’t you see, Bae? You’re the one for me.” He moves closer and I have to tip my head back to keep staring.
I wish Zack was here to see this in the worst possible way. He’d know what to say to end this conversation for good.
And then he’d make me laugh until I cried as we replayed this ridiculous scene.
I look at Toni, but she’s still on her own and there’s no sign of him.
Where is he?
I’m terrified, and with each second that I don’t see Zack, that fear grows and the questions get louder and louder.Has he heard? What’s he thinking? What does this mean?
And the question that nearly knocks me off my feet. “Does this mean we’re over?”
I don’t mean to say it out loud, but honestly, I sort of forgot Grayson was standing there. I’d been so intent on searching forZack that I actually forgot the dumbass standing right in front of me.
Until he reaches for me.
I go to pull back, but I’m too late. His big meaty hands are wrapped around my arms.
“That’s what I’m trying to say, Bae. It doesn’t have to be over. We can start again.”
“What?” That’s all I manage to get out before Grayson’s leaning down. I tug my head back, but he’s persistent. His lips land on mine, and yeah—I’m so ready to puke.
I wrench my arms free and pull away. I swear I canfeelZack because my gaze swings to the left and there he is. He’s staring at me with dark, hooded eyes and—oh holy crap.
His eyes might be hooded, but the tick in his jaw gives him away.
He’s furious. At Grayson, no doubt. He can’t possibly think I’dwantedto be kissed. But even so, the sight of Zack’s hard stare makes my stomach sink and that clawing in my chest grows infinitely worse.
Zack looks away, and then Grayson’s hands land on my shoulders, holding me in place and bringing my attention back to him. “Let me take you home, Bae?—”
“Get off of me!” I shake him off for good measure. “Touch me again and I’ll press charges.”
Ugh. Not exactly the comeback of my dreams, but I can’t even care about Grayson right now. He doesn’t matter.
I start toward Zack, but he’s hovering over Toni, wrapping an arm around her and tugging her toward the street where he’s parked. I turn back to Grayson, jabbing a finger in his direction. “No, scratch that. Touch me again and I’ll cut off your dick.”
His eyes widen but I spin around before he can reply. Immature? Maybe. But it sure as hell felt a lot better to threaten castration than legal action.
“Zack, wait up,” I call when we’re out of the crowd and the car’s in sight.
“You can stay,” he says. “I’ll make sure Toni gets home safe.”
I stop. No, I freeze. My blood runs cold at his tone.
I could handle anger or confusion or...anything else, really. But his words are bland. Bored. Like he couldn’t care less if I stay or go.
That tone is a cold knife to my chest. He can’t think...
I stop walking. “Zack, look at me.”
He glances over his shoulder, but his hold on Toni has him facing forward again quickly when she stumbles.
“I’ve got you,” he tells Toni under his breath. He’s gentle as he gets her into the backseat.
So freakin’ kind when he wants to be.
