Page 10 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
Shit. She really needs to know. But I’d give just about anything tonotbe the one to break it to her.
I could confront Grayson. Tell him I know, show him the picture. Demand that he tell her before I do.
But that doesn’t feel right either.
Bailey whirls around, her ugly, pleated Windy Falls uniformed skirt twirling like she’s a cheerleader.
I rub my temple, which is now throbbing with the start of a headache.
The girl might not be my cup of tea, but I’ve known her forever and I know she deserves better than this.
Better than him.
And If I let Grayson confess, there’s no telling how he’ll spin it.
Even before I realized he’d been playing me, I knew he was a player. Oh, not in the screw-every-girl-in-sight kind of way. He’s always seemed more than content having Bailey doting on him every second of the day. But he’s a player, all the same. He knows how to work people. How to charm them. He knows how to get his way, and I have no doubt that if given half a chance he’ll spin the hell out of his cheating and make it seem like it was all Rina’s fault. Or mine.
Don’t ask me how I’d be the one to blame, just know that he could do it. He’sthatpersuasive, especially when it comes to Bailey.
She’s still smiling as she crosses the lawn toward her front door. Grayson shouts out, “Love you, Bae,” as he pulls away and I see her lips curve up in this insanely cute little smile as she tucks her head and picks up her pace.
She looks so stinkin’ sweet. So very...girlie. Like she’s gonna go inside and kiss her pillow and write love notes with lipstick kisses.
My chest lurches at the sight of it. I only ever see scowling Bailey. Or brown-noser Bailey. And my least favorite—perfect-girlfriend Bailey.
Seeing her like this, when she doesn’t know I’m watching, I feel...
Well, I kinda feel like a stalker, actually. But more than that, I can’t help a surge of pity. I know exactly how she’s gonna feel when she finds out, and I have no idea how to make it better for her.
But she deserves to know. And Grayson?
I watch his taillights until he drives out of sight.
I have no idea how to deal with Grayson. Somehow a shouting match and throwing punches just doesn’t seem like the answer. It doesn’t feel likeenough. Not for the way he hurt me, and definitely not for what his betrayal is going to do to Bailey.
I wait until she’s inside, the screen door clicking shut behind her, and only then do I go back into my own house.
I might have no idea how I’m going to deal with Grayson, but I do know this. I want him to suffer. I want him to pay.
I want the ultimate revenge.
FOUR
PARTY TIME
Bailey
It’s official.Zack Myers is freaking me out.
He’s on the other side of the pool in Macy Layman’s backyard, but he doesn’t seem to notice the crowd of bikini-clad seniors to his left or even the group of soccer players picking up a squealing Macy and pretending they’ll throw her into the pool.
How could he notice any of that when he won’t stop looking atme?
Grayson takes the sunscreen from my outstretched hand, and I turn to give him better access to my bare shoulders. But not even the cold slather of sunscreen on my skin can take away the burn from Zack’s stare. “Um, Grayson?” I say. “Why is your best friend staring at me?”
“Um, Bae?” he teases, mimicking my tone as he hands back the sunscreen so he can use two hands. “Why isyourneighbor glaring at me like that?”
I shrug in answer as he glides his hands over the back of my neck and upper back.
