Page 38 of My Rules for Revenge
“I’m hoping he does after he got a slap on the wrist by the principal. I don’t know how the school will respond, though, or if they’ll care long enough for it to matter,” I pointed out.
“We’ll have to see how this meme of yours does then,” Eddy replied.
“Those mindless kids better like it. They lose their minds over cats typing on keyboards and flipped water bottles,” I joked.
“How do you think Jacob is going to react to what we did to his computer lab?”
“He’s probably going to be very mad, which I’ll enjoy very much,” I replied with delight.
Eddy nodded, and I continued to work. He offered to keep me company after school since Vivian had homework. I didn’t mind.
“Where did you learn how to edit like that? It’s really good,” Eddy complimented.
A painful lump formed in my gut.
“My dad taught me,” I explained.
“Oh, cool. He’s an editor?”
“Yeah, he used to be. He edited movie trailers. He had a really cool job,” I said with sadness in my voice.
“Damn, that’s pretty sick. What does he do now?”
I stayed quiet and softened my expression. He had no clue, obviously. I thought back to the days when I would be in the hospital with him. I would stare at him while he slept, gnawing away at my nails because of how worried I was. His illness had come on suddenly and furiously. It barely gave my mom and me any time to comprehend what was about to happen. When reality set in, it shattered both our lives for a long time.
“He, uh…he passed away.”
Eddy looked regretful and remained silent for a few moments.
“Oh… I’m so sorry, Heather. I had no idea.”
“I know.”
“I wish I hadn’t asked.”
“It’s okay, Eddy; it was a few years back.”
Eddy raised his hand and gently stroked my hair. I widened my eyes in surprise. That was the last thing I expected anyone to do after I informed them that my dad had passed away.
“Umm… What are you doing?” I asked.
Eddy quickly pulled away and looked completely embarrassed.
“Sorry, I was trying to comfort you,” Eddy replied, his cheeks turning red.
“You don’t have to comfort me. I’m okay.”
“Sorry.”
“You don’t have to apologize, Eddy.”
“Okay…sorry.”
“Eddy.”
“I’ll stop,” Eddy assured me.
“This is a random question, but do you like my hair?” I asked.
