She's still sleeping with him? Oh, I think I'm going to be sick. I should maybe feel pity that she's sleeping with him because she clearly doesn't like men, but I can't.
Maybe a part of me believes her when she calls me an experiment. She wouldn't be the first straight girl who's used me like that and she probably won't be the last.
I'm the experiment.
However, he is the boyfriend, the guy she sleeps with and the guy whose hand she holds in school without feeling scared.
“Well, enjoy fucking your boyfriend.” I lean forward and see her gulp. “Be sure to especially enjoy it when he doesn't make you cum and you spend the rest of the night miserable.”
I see a wave of pain and offence flash across her face because she isn't quick enough to hide it this time, but I don't care.
Yeah, I messed up, but my friends would never tell anyone, not to mention the fact that I've apologized. So instead of having a mature conversation, she wants to throw all of this away by treating me like shit?
Well, screw that! Two can play that game.
I stalk out of the bathroom before she has a chance to respond. Clearly, I'm too angry to look where I'm going because I bump into someone. I'm ready to take Juliette's anger out on whoever I've bumped into until I look up…It's Alex, with his dopey smile and messy, blonde hair.
“Hey Addie, I was literally just looking for you.” He beams.
“What's up Alex?” I ask tiredly, but trying my best not to snap at him because he doesn't deserve that, although he has been acting very weird lately. He keeps texting me and trying to speak to me in between classes. Me? I haven't given him the time of day because I've been insanely busy with studying…and thinking about Juliette.
He rubs his hands together nervously. “I have a party tonight and I was wondering…do you wanna go as my date?”
Oh.
Oh, no.
Before I can even answer, a cold voice pops up from behind me. “How many times have I told you that she's not interested?”
I turn to my right and there Juliette stands, hands on her hips shooting daggers at Alex and instantly, I'm furious again.
“Since when do you speak for her? You hate each other,” Alex says and I inwardly applaud him for actually standing up to her.
He's right. She doesn't speak for me, especially not after the shit she just pulled.
I shoot daggers her way, but she doesn't take her eyes off Alex, she looks like she's going to tear him apart.
That's when the lightbulb finally goes off in my head; she's…jealous. Oh my God, she is so hard to read; one minute she doesn't like girls, the next, she's jealous? I should be elated, but I'm not; I'm way too angry for that right now.
“Yeah, we do hate each other, so ignore her.” I turn my gaze back to Alex, smiling at him. “I'd love to go as your date tonight, Alex.”
He positively brightens. “Really? Cool! I'll see you tonight then. I'll pick you up at eight?”
“Sounds good.” I smile and he nods shyly before turning and walking away.
This is good, right? Alex is a good guy, he's sweet and kind and not bad on the eyes either. He's never been afraid to be friends with me in public and he would never speak to me the way Juliette just did.
“What are you doing?” Juliette asks and I turn to look at her.
She's breathing heavy, her eyes darkened and her tone incredibly low. I want to laugh at how jealous she looks, but I don't, because I want her to deal with it.
“Getting myfillfrom someone else,” I answer and don't even give her a chance to respond before I stalk off.
I'm not some idiotic girl who pines over someone that treats her like shit. I'm not even capable of falling in love with anyone, so why do I care this much? As nice as it would have been for Juliette not to be in denial, clearly, that's not going to happen anytime soon.
That's beside the point, I need to remember who I am— who I've always been. I'm Adaline Emery and I excel at a plethora of things, but the thing I'm best at?
Giving people a taste of their own medicine.
