Page 63 of My Rules for Revenge
“I’ll be honest, Indira. I’ve heard rumors about you. I’ve heard you like to get around. Look, there’s no judgment from me. You’re a girl who likes to have fun, and I’m a guy who likes that about you. We can have fun together, and no one has to know. It can be our little secret,” Carlos suggested.
My cheeks flushed red as my stomach turned, as I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Rumors that I liked to get around? It was unbelievable. I barely spoke with anyone at school, and I sure as hell wasn’t having sex with a bunch of guys. This bit of news was incredibly frustrating. I was so angry I wanted to grab Carlos’ head and forcibly push it through the counter’s window, shattering it.
“I have no idea where you heard those rumors, but they’re not true at all. I would like my popcorn now, please. My friends are probably waiting for me,” I explained.
“Damn, you’re a tease. Look, I know that you don’t have any friends. What else do you do in your spare time? We know you’re a little freak. The sexy, nerdy Latinas always are,” Carlos reassured me.
I was so taken aback, I stammered, and no words came out. Before Carlos said anything else, Heather came over.
“Indira, is everything okay? Commercials are about to end,” Heather announced.
“Yeah, I’m coming now.”
I started to walk with her, but Carlos continued.
“Indira, wait. You’re forgetting your popcorn.”
He gave me a toothy smile as he held it in his hand. I looked at Heather, and she must’ve realized that I was really annoyed.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Heather asked.
“I’m fine.”
“You don’t look fine.”
I quickly leaned over to whisper in Heather’s ear what he had said to me.
“Are you freaking kidding me?”
Heather zoomed over to the counter in a flash. She slammed her hands down and glared at Carlos with pure fury in her eyes.
“What the hell are you doing to my friend?”
“What? Me? I wasn’t doing anything. I was just talking to her,” Carlos said fearfully.
“What were you talking to her about?” Heather asked.
“Excuse me, lady. That is private. Just because you’re a customer doesn’t entitle you to talk down to me like that. If you continue, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” Carlos warned.
Heather scoffed. She glanced back at me and then at the floor. She snatched the bag of popcorn from him and shot it right back in his face.
“Dude, what the hell?”
“If you say any more perverted things to her, I’ll stuff your bald-ass head in that popcorn machine until you bleed,” Heather threatened.
“You’re crazy. You better get out of here before I call my manager.”
“I hope you do. I’ll suffocate him too for hiring a molester. You’ve got two tiny brain cells fighting for control in that soft little head, don’t you?”
Carlos gaped as Heather led me to our theater.
“I’ll remember that. Trust me, I’ll remember that,” Carlos threatened.
“That’s the idea, you fried idiot!” Heather exclaimed.
“Thank you, Heather. I don’t know what got into that guy. He was saying all kinds of crazy stuff. I don’t even know him,” I pointed out.
“Man, that guy was a total douchebag. He goes to Brightwood, doesn’t he?”
