Page 64 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
My stomach lurches. Toni told Bailey the same thing, but I still have a hard time believing it. Then again, I wouldn’t have believed that Grayson could cheat on Bailey with Rina either, so it’s clear I didn’t know the guy as well as I’d thought.
“Did you know?” It’s an accusation, not a question.
And she soundsexactlylike her sister.
I tell her what I told Bailey—the truth. “No. I didn’t know.”
Her brows come down. “How could you not? You’re his best friend, right?”
“Was,” I say. “And I don’t know. I really don’t. Maybe I was too close to it all…?”
Even I don’t really buy that, but it’s the best I can come up with.
“Maybe.” She studies me as she thinks that over. “Or maybe he didn’t want you to know because he knows you and Bailey are tight.”
I laugh. “Uh, I hate to break it to you, but Bailey and I haven’t beentightfor a long time.”
She arches a brow in disbelief. Or maybe it’s mockery at my expense.
Yup, she’s definitely laughing at me. And I have this sinking feeling like I’m missing something obvious. I want to ask what that look means, but also...
I’m not entirely sure I want to hear Janie’s take on my friendship with Bailey. So, I steer the conversation back to Bailey. More specifically, how we’re going to protect Bailey from the aftermath of the kiss heard round the world. “Look, I’ll do anything I can to protect Bailey from the worst of it, okay?”
Janie glances over my shoulder and her gaze snags on something behind me. A mischievous glint fills her eyes. “I hope so. I mean, asBailey’sboyfriendthat’s kinda your job.”
The way she raises her voice...
I wince. I know who’s behind me without having to turn around.
“What’s this?” My mom’s right next to me now, her voice high with excitement. “You and Bailey Tucker? Really?”
Janie flashes me an impish grin, which also, oddly, reminds me of her sister.
“You’re gonna pay for this,” I say in a low voice.
Her smile widens.
“Jane Louise Tucker, I am going tokill you!” Bailey’s voice comes from their back door and Janie’s smile falls fast.
I can’t help but give her the same evil smile she’d given me as I taunt, “Good luck.”
Bailey looks freakin’ adorable when she storms out of the house. She’s all bedhead and smudged eye makeup as she marches across the lawn in a pajama set that’s little more than a skimpy tank top and a pair of short shorts that are so freakin’ short?—
I tear my eyes away with a rough exhale. Not now.
This is so not the time.
I turn to greet my mom as Janie turns to face Bailey, her hands held up in surrender. “It was for your own good.”
“You disabled allof my accounts?” Bailey’s voice is rising to a glass-shattering screech behind me, but that’s nowhere near as terrifying as the unadulterated joy on my mother’s face.
Oh no.
“You and Bailey?” Her eyes are painfully wide as she looks from me to the shrill, raging, bed-headed cutie stalking toward Jane on the neighboring lawn.
I hold my hands up. “Mom, it’s not what you?—”
She grips my face between her hands. “This is wonderful!”
