Page 5 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
“I, uh...” He glances around us and then down the street. “You waiting on Grayson?”
“Yeah, why?” I cross my arms defensively when his gaze dips down to the logo on my shirt. “You guys supposed to hang out today or something?”
He doesn’t answer. He just nods toward the logo. “I thought they don’t open until next week.”
‘They’ is Windy Falls, the amusement park on the far end of town where we’ve both worked every summer since we were thirteen. “I’m a manager this year, remember?”
Not like I actually expect him to remember. But then again, hehadmocked me mercilessly for trying so hard to get the promotion last summer.
“Who could forget?” His smirk makes some of that anxiety morph into anger.
When it comes to Zack, I’ll take anger over tension any day.
“Yeah, well, the managers start early so we can go through the hiring paperwork and dole out assignments.”
“Don’t tell me...” He gives me a knowing, sidelong look. “You’re saving the best job for yours truly.”
I roll my eyes. “If by‘yours truly’you mean Grayson, then yes.”
His smirk fades and for the first time in possibly forever, his eyes lose that dangerous glint. There’s no teasing there, no mockery, and no laughter.
My stomach sinks in response. I’ve known Zack my whole life and I’ve never once known him to be serious.
His gaze darts around us again, like some shifty criminal keeping an eye out for the cops. “We need to talk.”
I frown. “What?Why?”
As a general rule, Zack and I do not talk. We interact when forced to because Grayson makes us hang out together.But typically, I speak to his girlfriend Rina—she’s surprisingly normal and nice, considering who she chose to date—while Zack jokes around with Grayson.
This is well understood by both of us, so it’s not like I’m being mean when I ask, “Why would we need to talk?”
He’s so serious.Tooserious. It’s freaking me out.
Zack scrubs the back of his head. “Look, I don’t know how to say this, but?—”
The sound of Grayson’s SUV pulling up next to the curb has Zack stopping short.
I arch my brows. “You don’t know how to say…what?”
But Zack ignores me as he returns Grayson’s nod of greeting.
“What’s up, man?” Grayson asks through his open window. “The guys and I are hanging out at the lake today while my girl here’s at work. You in?”
My girl. I never get tired of hearing him call me that. And those bees in my stomach? They magically morph back to butterflies when Grayson flashes me that smile I love so much.
“Nah, I’ve got work to do around here.” Zack’s voice is...weird.
I look back at him, and sure enough, the laughter is still nowhere to be found. But I make the mistake of staring a second too long because Zack arches his brows and leans forward with a smirk. “See something you like, Smurfette?”
Ugh. My lip curls in a sneer at the faux sexy voice.
Okay, fine, the voice is sexy. But he’s just mocking me because he knows it freaks me out when he flirts with me. Orpretendsto flirt with me. Whatever.
Sure enough, my cheeks grow too hot, and I hear his knowing snicker as I turn away.
“Go clean yourself up, Zack.” I head toward Grayson’s ride. “You look like crap.”
“Crap, huh?” His voice follows me as I walk, and I’m not sure if I’m relieved or annoyed that his taunting tone has replaced the flirty one. “Tell me, Smurfette, are you physically incapable of cursing?”
