Page 14 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
He gives a sharp “Ruff!” of a bark right on cue.
A girl I can’t see but who’s clearly listening giggles, and Zack’s smirk grows into a lopsided grin that makes me want to punch his stupid mouth.
Before I can argue again, though, Zack’s tugging me away from Grayson and the others. He flashes a look back at Grayson. “Don’t worry, bro. She’s in great hands with me.”
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THE TRUTH HURTS
Zack
Bailey’sall grim determination as she stares me down beside the driver’s side door. “Give me the keys, Zack.”
“You think you’re driving?” I laugh. “That’s cute.”
I’m just messing with her. Which I really shouldn’t do since I’m about to tear her heart out and stomp on it, but I can’t help myself. It’s habit.
Her lips press together in a thin line.
It’s also kinda hilarious to watch her get all worked up and self-righteous. “You’ve been drinking.” She sticks her hand out palm up. “Hand over the keys.”
I make my voice all high and breathy, and narrow my eyes to mimic her glare. “Hand over the keys.” I drop them into her outstretched hand. “You’ve got that whole sexy teacher vibe down pat.”
Her sigh is sheer exasperation as she takes the keys and turns from me to open the door.
“Do you use that voice on Grayson when he’s been naughty?”
She ignores me.
“Aw, come on. Admit it. You two get freaky, don’t you? Role playing and whatnot.”
She slams the car door in my face and starts the car, so I have to hustle to the passenger side. There’s no doubt in my mind she’d drive off without me.
It would probably serve me right.
I turn to face her and I wish to God that beer had done its job. I was hoping slamming a few would make this easier. All it’s done is make me tired.
And I still have no idea how I’m gonna tell her the truth.
But I have to. It’s time. Watching her be all obedient girlfriend to that cheating ass is killing me. But the thought of telling her?
That’s even worse.
Despite what she thinks of me, I’m not the devil in disguise.
I mean, I’m no saint either. Obviously. But I definitely don’t revel in the thought of breaking this to her. I know exactly how she’ll feel and if there’s any way I could spare her that, I would.
But I can’t.
So, I annoy her instead. Don’t ask me why. It’s what I do. It’s how we co-exist. And right now, an irritated, stuck-up priss is easier to handle than the Bailey I’d watched at the party. All doe-eyed and sweet to her a-hole of a boyfriend who clearly couldn’t have cared less that she hadn’t been having fun at the party.
I’dnoticed she’d been bored out of her mind. How hadhenot noticed?
He’d acted all put out at having to leave. Imagine, having a girl who’s willing to drive your drunken ass home and treat you like your God’s gift. Must be tough to be Grayson.
“Please tell me you roleplay as Smurfette,” I say.
She clamps her lips together so tight it looks painful.
