Page 104 of My Rules for Revenge
“You aren’t an asshole, man. You were doing what you had to.Wewere doing what we had to. We were fighting back against people who always mess with us. Dude, Angelica and Erica almost killed you,” Carlos pointed out.
“Yeah, I know that. I brought that on myself. I called them horrible things, bro. Look, I’m not here to debate over this forever. I’m done being the person I was. If you’re willing tochange, then we can continue being friends. If not…I don’t know,” I said with a hint of doubt in my voice.
“Oh, so now you don’t want to be friends anymore. After we’ve known each other for eight years? Are you serious? After everything I helped you do. You were the one who wanted to get revenge against Heather in the first place. That was all you,” Carlos said resentfully.
“I know it was, and I’m taking responsibility for it now,” I clarified.
Carlos began laughing as he paced back and forth.
“Taking responsibility for what? She deserved it—she deserved it all, even her stupid book room being trashed,” Carlos said, rather irritated.
“What?”
“What?” Carlos asked, upset.
“What are you talking about?” I asked.
“Never mind, man.”
“We never trashed the book club room. Why did you say that?” I asked.
Carlos remained quiet and scoffed.
"What the hell did you do?”
“I didn’t do anything.” Carlos smirked.
“Like you said, I’ve known you for eight years. I know when you’re lying,” I pointed out.
“Apparently, you don’t,” Carlos remarked, his face stony.
“You’re the one who’s been vandalizing it,” I realized.
“Good job, detective. You’ve figured it out."
“I can’t believe you. Well, actually, I can,” I said, with a very disappointed look on my face. I then sighed.
“I almost told you at Frankie’s party. Remember when I said I had done bad things?”
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Yep, and I don’t regret anything. I trashed that room last year and stole the lock. Some moron didn’t close it properly,” Carlos confessed.
“Why the hell did you do that?”
“I was pissed off at Heather; I told you this. She humiliated me last year when I worked at the movie theater. She’s a total bitch. She made me look like a pussy in front of Indira. I was trying to get some of that, and after looking at her nudes, I wish I had. Even you have to admit, she’s a scrumptious little slut,” Carlos remarked.
“Jesus, Carlos. Do you hear yourself?”
“Yeah, I do, dipshit. Guess what? You used to talk the same way. We would go and find the social media profiles of the hottest girls at Brightwood and rate them. We rated their boobs, their ass, their face, everything. Do you remember that mister ‘oh-I-am-holier-than-thou’?” Carlos said while raising his arms in the air.
I jumped up as I grew agitated.
“I know I did. That’s why I’m trying to be different. Why can’t you seem to understand that?”
“Because I know you’re full of it.”
“You’re even more full of it. What else have you done? What else are you hiding?” I snarled.
