Page 2 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
Good grief, what has my life come to? I’ve clearly lost my ever-loving mind.
A sound comes from inside the staff trailer beside us. The games and rides shut down an hour ago, and Grayson and the other employees on closing duty are finishing up. Soon he’ll be walking out that door.
Any second now...
Oh God, this is happening. Like,right now.
We are doing this.
I’m seconds away from destroying my relationship with the guy I thought was the love of my life.
My eyes flare wide and I can’t quite catch my breath, even though I’m standing still. Suddenly Zack’s stare is an anchor. His dark eyes with those pretty flecks are the only thing keeping my feet on the ground.
“Relax,Bae.” He leans forward, tipping his head down until his nose grazes mine and I can feel the heat of his breath on my lips. “I promise I don’t bite.”
I draw in a sharp breath.Bae.That’s what Grayson calls me. The nickname for Bailey that he and he alone uses.
And Zack’s use of it now brings on an instant reaction.
Fury. Betrayal. The toxic mix of angry, bitter emotions that have been threatening to drown me for more than a week now.
Rage sideswipes nerves and knocks them right off the road. The new hit of adrenaline coursing through me comes from anger, not anxiety.
Zack’s so close that his gray zippered hoodie is brushing my fingertips, and I reach for it, clasping the material in my fists, and tugging him even closer until the familiar scent of his soap and laundry detergent blocks out the ever-present smells of fried food and cotton candy.
He dips his head and his lips curve up in a smile I can feel against my cheek. “That’s my girl.”
“I’m not your girl.” I barely recognize my voice. I sound freakin’ feral with rage. But there’s also a tremor to it that I know we both hear.
“And you’re nothis, either.” Zack’s tone is calm by comparison. Not at all shaky with emotion like mine.
But then again, Zack’s kissed lots of girls. Kissing one more is no big deal. And Grayson might’ve stabbed him in the back, but he didn’t break his heart.
Our anger might be the same, but my heart’s still shattered.
At least, I think it is. It was a little while ago. Right now, though, it feels stronger than ever as it thuds against my ribcage like it’s plotting an escape.
We both tense at the sound of voices just beyond the thin trailer door. Grayson’s is the loudest of them all. I hear his laugh and it makes my stomach twist.
“This is it.” Zack pulls back just far enough to meet my gaze. “Last chance to bail,Bail.”
“You’re hilarious,” I mutter.
“I think so.” His cocky, lopsided grin—the one that usually makes me want to smack him—is oddly comforting right now.
I’m not alone. We’re in this together.
For better or for worse.
“You in or you out?” When I don’t instantly answer, he adds, “I need you to say it. I need you to be sure.”
The lock on the door slides and my stomach takes a flying leap toward my throat. “I’m in.”
His smile widens. “That’s my girl.”
I go to tell him for a second time that I’m not really his girl. He knows as well as I do that this is all for show.
No, it’s all forrevenge.
