Page 83 of How to Get Revenge on a Cheating Ex
Her friends start to laugh, but then Janie is at my side. “Is it true you’re a whore?”
I wince. I truly don’t like confrontation. And I hate that word. So I grab Janie’s arm before Macy can reply and I start leading her away before this can get any more unpleasant.
Macy shouts after us. “Of course he cheated on you, he was dating a frigid bitch!”
Her friends are laughing like they’re at a stand-up comedy club, and the crowd around us is turning to see who she’s shouting at.
She’s still calling me names, but her voice is muffled by the crowd. We all hear enough, though. Even Zack and Janie’s friend, whose arms are full of drinks and snacks for the group.
Zack looks pissed as he reaches me. I take my drink from him and he reaches for my free hand. “You okay?”
The feel of his grip is reassuring. It grounds me, and I almost mean it when I smile and say, “Yeah. I’m good.”
TWENTY-ONE
PROOF & PRACTICE
Zack
Despite what she says,Bailey is notgood. She can’t be. The girl just got called out by our school’s queen bitch after having a run-in with her ex.
This is not exactly her best day.
But I have to admit, she’s putting on a good front as we head toward the stage. Janie and her friends want to be right up front where people are already dancing to some terrible college band, but Bailey and I head toward the grassy hill where clusters of concert goers are lounging on picnic blankets and lawn chairs.
Grayson, Macy, and the others are halfway across the amphitheater—close enough to see us, but far enough away to not cause us any trouble.
“This is perfect,” Bailey says.
She’s all smiles, and while I’m definitely enjoying this new, carefree Bailey, it’s still freaking me out. I’m no less weirded out by it now than I was this morning. Maybe even more so because of what Janie said earlier.
I have a crazy knot in my gut at the thought of Bailey having a panic attack.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen her lose her shit like that, but it’s not something I’ll ever forget. The last time it was after a softball game. She’d been pitching, and her team had lost.
I found her under an apple tree behind the dugout, bent over and panting. I couldn’t tell if she was about to throw up or if she was hyperventilating or what, but her eyes were unfocused and when I reached her side, she clung to me like she was drowning.
I totally get why Janie’s worried, and it has me freaked too.
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Bailey asks.
I sit down beside her and for a second I can’t form a sentence because all the blood in my head has rushed south at the sight of her bare thighs as she stretches her legs out in front of her in the grass.
She arches her brows and I force my brain to work. “Tell me what happened last night.”
Her lips curve up slightly and she tilts her head down so she’s looking up at me from beneath her long lashes. “I’m pretty sure you know exactly what happened last night.” Her gaze drops to my lips. “You were there.”
Holy freakin’ hotness. She’s hitting on me and it’s so effing sexy, I can’t take it. I’m equally stunned and turned on by the flirty look in her eyes, and I lean forward and kiss her because I can’tnot.
She inhales quickly—clearly not expecting it—but she rises to the occasion like a champ. And when she kisses me back, I forget where we are and why. I tug her into my arms, into my lap and she wraps her arms around my neck like she’s just as turned on as I am.
The sound of kids shrieking with laughter somewhere in the distance is what finally puts an end to the kiss. We’re both breathing heavily as I kiss the tip of her nose and start to pullback to calm down. “We probably shouldn’t scar children for life.”
“Probably not,” she agrees as she shifts off my lap. But she sounds so adorably dazed and confused, it takes everything in me not to pull her back into my arms.
She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she tips her head back to look at the sky. “They’re watching us, aren’t they?”
I don’t even have to look over. I can feel the glares from here. “Yup.”
