Page 15 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
I adopt that stupid high voice again. “Oh, Papa Smurf. For a smurf so old, you sure know how to?—”
“Ew, stop!” Her hands clench the steering wheel.
I stare at her profile because I could have sworn I’d seen a twitch of her lips.
But no. No way. But then again...
I lean in closer for a better look, and she shakes her head.
“Just stop,” she says. But her lips are trembling and?—
A laugh tumbles out of her, loud and genuine, and it ends with a little snort. She clamps a hand over her mouth, still shaking her head.
“That wasn’t funny,” she says when she drops her hand.
Her annoying goody two shoes voice is spot on once more, but I can’t help grinning because...I got a laugh out of Bailey Tucker. Over a dirty joke, no less.
Over a dirty joke that involvedSmurfs.
I feel my own lips tugging up on one side. So, Bailey Tucker has a deviant sense of humor somewhere under that buttoned-up, takes-everything-way-too-seriously exterior. Good to know.
She drives in silence for a little while and the closer we get to my house, the more I start to sweat. She says something and I miss it because I’m too busy staring out the window, trying to figure out how best to start a conversation that’ll crush a person’s life.
No, not herlife. Just her heart.
Yeah, that’s way better.
“Zack?”
I look over to see her staring at me with her brows drawn together in concern.
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Yeah, of course.”
I expect that to be the end of it. We’re not friends. We don’t do ‘talking.’
But she clears her throat and the awkward silence instantly grows ten times more awkward. “You’ve been acting kind of weird lately.”
“According to you, I’m always weird,” I shoot back.
This isn’t quite true. She doesn’t call me weird. Just a screw-up, a moron, a slacker, an idiot, a buffoon, a child. The list goes on and on, but it doesn’t includeweird.
“Well then, you’ve been weirder than usual,” she says.
I stare at her profile for a long time, trying to figure her out. She says it like it’s an accusation, but I think maybe...she’s worried about me.
Crap. My head falls back against the seat with a thud. The last thing I need is this girl being nice to me. That’s only going to make this harder.
She turns onto our street and a second later, we pull into my driveway.
This is it. There’s no avoiding it any longer. I’ve been waiting for days to catch her alone. To find a time when she’s not in public or with Grayson.
I draw in a deep breath. This is it.
“Okay, well...” She goes to open the car door. “Thanks for the ride...I guess.”
I lean forward to stop her. “Wait.”
