Page 13 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“Seriously, I can give her a ride.” Zack’s talking to Grayson about me as if I’m not here.
My frown turns to a glare.
“You’re ready to leave?” Grayson says.
They’re talking over my head. Not like their meaning is lost on me, but like physically. With me tucked under Zack’s arm like this—as if we’re buddies or something—Zack and Grayson are literally talking about me over my head.
I squirm and wiggle my way away from Zack’s side. “You’ve been drinking,” I say, looking pointedly at the drink in his hand.
He uses that beer bottle to gesture to Grayson’s. “So’s he.”
“Yes, but?—”
“But I can hold my booze better.” Grayson smirks and I just barely hold back an exasperated sigh at boys and their pride.
The truth of the matter is, I’m the designated driver. Grayson drives us to parties, and I drive us home. Totally fine by me, but I don’t know why Grayson never admits it aloud. He always lifts his car keys when he’s leaving a party and says something stupid likewish me luck!
Boys are so dumb sometimes.
“Nah, man. I got this.” Grayson takes my hand and tugs me away from Zack so I’m pressed to his side instead.
I smile up at Grayson. Sure, he has his flaws, but this ismydumb boy. And he’s the only guy I want to end the night with.
“Dude, I live next door,” Zack says.
And why on earth Zack’s arguing for the right to drunkenly drive me home when we normally go to great lengths to avoid any alone time together is beyond me.
I squeeze Grayson’s hand. Even when he’s drunk and I have to call an Uber to get from his house to mine, the ride home is our thing. The goodnight kiss portion of the night is still my favorite part of these outings. There’s no way I’m tossing thataside for a ride home with Zack, and I know Grayson feels the same.
“You sure, man?” Grayson wobbles a bit on his feet.
I blink up at him. Wait...what?
But Zack’s already grabbed my other hand, so I’m standing there between them in a human tug-of-war. I’m a wishbone about to be broken.
I have this crazy urge to start swinging both arms so they’ll look as ridiculous as they sound.
“No,” I say, turning to Zack. “What Grayson meant was no. That’s not necess?—”
“Bae, he’s got a point.” Grayson’s voice is all sweet and cajoling.
I hate this tone. I never ever win against this tone.
“What?” I ask again, as if hearing him repeat himself is going to make this better.
Grayson drops my hand and cups my cheeks like I’m a little kid. “I know you need your sleep, Bae. You’ve got a big day at work tomorrow.”
I open my mouth to protest, but I can’t. It’s true. I take my managerial role seriously and I have an early start time. “But?—”
“We’ll hang tomorrow, okay?” He gives me a light kiss and pulls back to smile down at me. “Don’t worry. Zack’s all bark and no bite.”
I shake my head. I hate that phrase, and right now it’s completely senseless. Of course, Zack’s not going to harm me. That’s not what I’m worried about.
I glance over at Zack, who’s smirking. He won and he knows it.
Though why he wants us to ride home together is beyond me.
“I’d rather ride home with a dog with rabies,” I inform him.
