Page 117 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
Was I still a social pariah? Maybe in some circles.
Did I care?
Big nope.
Grayson’s reign over the school was never the same after last summer. Sure, he still had some followers. Namely,underclassmen on the football team who hadn’t seen through his shiny veneer yet.
But they will eventually, because people like Grayson are all smoke and mirrors and eventually people wise up.
Most of our school figured it out by the end of last summer. No amount of his BS could change the fact that he’d cheated on me from day one. Not to mention, the other girls he’d hooked up with started finding out that they weren’t the only ones—hello, Macy, I’m looking at you.
And once school started up, and everyone actually saw Zack and I together, day in and day out…
Well, let’s just say even catty high schoolers can’t resist a good love story.
We went from being the bad guys to the underdogs. The couple everyone was rooting for.
Which was…whatever.
I can honestly say I stopped caring what people said about us. It didn’t happen overnight, obviously, but by the end of last summer, I was well on my way, thanks to Toni, and Janie. And of course Zack.
Much as I’m glad the school year is behind me, it was an epic year, with countless movie nights on Zack’s couch, and tutoring sessions that ended in makeout sessions, and sleepovers with Toni, and long weekend days spent watching my hot boyfriend get all sweaty working on his car.
Plus all that other senior year stuff. Homecoming, prom, graduation, and a class trip to the beach…
Zack and I did all of that together—and laughed our asses off every step of the way.
It hasn’t been all sunshine and roses, obviously. There’ve been fights, and long talks, and compromises, and breakthroughs. Some scary moments, some sad times, but overall…
Yeah. Pretty damn perfect.
And now school is over, and college doesn’t start for another three months, and I’m lying out by a lake with a shit-eating grin on my face because life is so freakin’ good.
I know the moment Zack reaches my side because a shadow blocks out the sun. I open my eyes to see him giving me that crooked smile, and?—
Oof.Will I ever get used to that smile aimed at me like that? Like it’s for me alone, and like I’m the only person on the planet who matters?
I let out a sappy sigh as he crouches down beside me.
A girl could get addicted to that look.
I know because I have. I’m totally, one hundred percent hooked.
“Hey, beautiful.” His gaze rakes over me. I still prefer one-pieces that actually cover my butt, and last summer Zack said he prefers them too—so no one else could see what’s his.
I’m not yours, I’d said, all righteous indignation.
Sure you are.Then he’d pulled me into his arms and dipped me like we were in some old movie.Just like I’m yours.
It was hard to stay offended knowing I owned the hottest guy I’d ever known.
Then he’d kissed me, and…
Protests forgotten. I’m his. He’s mine. And did I mention life is freakin’ good?
But that’s history. Right now, I go up onto my elbows and lift my sunglasses. “How’d it go?”
But he’s distracted, his eyes lingering on my body like he’s about to devour me. “Holy hell,” he mutters. “I am the luckiest man alive.”
