I knew I never should’ve allowed myself to fall for him.
But I did.
And by the time I realized just how deeply my feelings ran, it was already too late. My best guess is that I’m a conquest he conquered, and he eventually got bored and moved on to the next one.
It just makes no sense that he’d pick Cassia.
He’s always been annoyed by her, and dare I say, hated her guts. So why would he pick her out of all people? And the fact that he’s not trying to contact me at all only solidifies that he never actually cared. He got what he wanted from me, and now I’m no longer excited.
“Hey,” Avalon’s soft voice reaches my ears, and I look down. She quickly uses the napkin to soak up the tears underneath my eyes, careful not to be seen by everyone else. “Please, don’t cry. You never cry. I don’t know what to do when you’re crying.”
I laugh softly, taking a deep breath. “I’m okay. I’m just… shocked, I guess. I don’t know why I thought he’d be a decent man. After all, I spent my entire life hating him, I should’ve known better.”
“You were swept up by the excitement, and the forbiddennature of your relationship,” Lila chimes in, softly stroking my hair. “I’m really sorry you’re going through this, but the man doesn’t deserve it.”
“I know,” I sigh, and involuntarily glance toward Soren’s table.
His hand is wrapped around Cassia’s shoulder, and she’s chatting with one of her friends who just sat down. Soren looks… rather different, now that I’m seeing him from this angle. Somehow, he looks tired. But the moment his eyes land on me, I look away, because I know I’ll start crying.
I hate him.
I hate him so fucking much.
The motherfucker deserves everything bad coming his way.
“I can’t sit still,” I grit out, and Grace’s eyes light up with excitement.
“Please tell me you’re bringing the cunt out of retirement?”
“Absolutely.”
Grace sighs in relief. “Finally! What are we doing?”
“We have quite a few things we need to do,” I start explaining, and Avalon groans from beside me. “I still want to check out Astrid’s dorm, I hear she’s coming back tomorrow. So, this weekend, Grace and I are going to do it.”
“How do you plan on getting in?” Lila asks.
“I’ll figure it out,” I shrug. “Then, I’ll ruin both Ford siblings with one blow. How do I do it, though?”
“You can always send Sinners and Saints the images of you tattooing him,” Grace offers. “I mean, there’s little you can do on that front, to be honest. You did your worst by leaking his sex tape.”
“I should’ve saved that for a different purpose,” I mutter. “But Cassia’s on my list, too. I want her ruined and in fucking shambles.”
“I can help there,” Lila says. “I have a few people who can digout information on her. But what do you want, exactly?”
“I’m very, very angry. I don’t want her ruined; I want her entire family’s name to burn to the ground. I’ve always disliked her, but seeing her all happy is making me even more spiteful. I want to watch the bitch burn.”
“Gotcha,” Lila says. “I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, you figure out how you want Soren dealt with.”
“I do have something on Cassia,” I say, remembering one particular detail from our freshman year, “but I’ll hold onto using it until I genuinely need it.”
“Why don’t you confront him first?” Avalon suggests.
“I’m sorry?”
“Maybe there’s a reasonable, good explanation as to why he’s acting like this. Maybe there’s something you don’t know, and it’s better to make sure you’re clear on all fronts before doing anything drastic.”
“I don’t say this often, but I do agree with Ava,” Grace mutters, sipping on her juice box. “If he says something atrocious, then you’ll just get angrier, and the revenge will be ten times better.”
