After speed walking, I’m met with the view of her parents’ car and let out a sigh of relief. I’m only a couple of steps away when I see another car shaking.
“At least somebody’s having fun tonight,” I mumble.
Wait, I know that car.
A head shoots up and there he is looking all too happy. I hold in a laugh, planning to spook him and his girl when, instead of seeing dark brown skin and purple highlights, I’m met with a pair of inky brown eyes surrounded by dark auburn hair.
I stop breathing.
My heart stops beating.
This isn’t happening.
This can’t be fucking happening.
Ana’s eyes lock in on mine before she tries covering herself and yells at Jordan to get out of her.
Jordan looks at me and ducks quickly, probably trying to avoid any sort of confrontation. But I didn’t come here to fight, I came here to find out if my cheating girlfriend was okay or not. By the familiar former sounds of her impending orgasm, she seems to be more than okay.
She makes a move to get out of the car and my instincts push me to sprint back towards the beach to find the one person I can talk to about this. Kamila is my best friend, and she needs to know the truth now because I want it to come from me.
As I run, tears roll down my face.
“Fuck!” I yell and run faster.
It feels like my heart has been ripped out and stomped on a thousand times over. All of these years, the fights, the sacrifices I’ve made for her, the times she’s accused me of cheating or flirting when I’ve been nothing but loyal to a fault, to end up finding her getting fucked in the backseat of a car by Jordan; the boy her sister lost her virginity to. It’s sickening.
And from the thirty seconds that I saw them together, I know for a fact this isn’t their first time. No. As someone who’s had sex with her before, I can tell that it’s been going on for a while. They looked far too comfortable with each other.
Maddy. I need to tell Maddy.
When I make it to the beach, I push through the crowd, looking for Kamila, then I bump into somebody. That somebody being Olive. A girl who’s also on the swim team. A girl who Ana has always been jealous of.
“Hey, Cam,” she says with her usual flirtatious smile.
Olive has had a crush on me for a while now, but I never entertained it. In fact I ignored and avoided her at all costs because I didn’t want her. I only wanted Ana.
“Are you okay? It seems like you’ve been crying.”
I relax my shoulders and smile as if the image of Jordan fucking Ana from behind while she makes her O face hasn’t been replaying in my mind since I saw them.
“I’m totally fine. More than fine, actually.” I place my hand on her cheek and her lips part in surprise. I see the questions flickering in her eyes, but I don’t give myself a chance to overthink it. My lips are now on hers.
It’s harsh.
Too harsh.
Yet not harsh enough.
“What about Ana?” she asks out of breath, pulling away for a second.
“It’s over,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady when it threatens to fail me.
Olive grabs my hair. “Then don’t fucking stop.”
We kiss for what feels like hours. I’m taking out all of my anger, all the tension in my body, the stress and the betrayal into this one kiss. But it’s not healing, it’s just a distraction.
Revenge.
