Page 58 of My Rules for Revenge
“I didn’t know about that.”
“I know you didn’t.”
“Regardless of that, I still think this has gotten out of hand,” Eddy remarked.
I stayed quiet as my internal rage began festering inside of me. I knew I was still hyper from the adrenaline rush I got when I smacked Jacob around with a bat.
I didn’t want to say anything I would later regret, but I was confused. He was alright with Jacob being pelted with piggies and being called a Nazi online. Hell, when the Terror Twinsambushed me, he defended me along with Vivian. That night, at that party, there was a sudden change in his attitude regarding my feud with Jacob. I noticed it a few days back when he asked me out to the party. I knew there was something on his mind, something he wanted to confess, but just didn’t. I thought it was just that. I thought he was nervous about asking me out and didn’t know how, but that wasn’t it. Afterwards, he still had that same look, and now I knew why.
At the very beginning of all this, when I asked him to help me, he told me he was a pacifist. He didn’t like conflict. Vivian was the same way, but she was my best friend. She always had my back. I realized Eddy helped me because he really did like me, but I hadn’t realized that until later. He was willing to do things he wouldn’t have done otherwise.
Vivian came over to me and interlocked her arm with mine.
“We should get out of here,” Vivian suggested.
“Okay, let’s go. Eddy’s pissing me off, anyway,” I replied.
He scoffed.
“Alright then,” Vivian added.
As the crowd dissipated, I walked away with Vivian.
“Viv, I’ll call you,” Frankie assured her.
When we exited the front door, I felt nauseous. I stopped in the middle of the front yard and jerked my head downward, and puked.
“Oh my god, Heather. I think you drank too much. All that excitement with Jacob probably didn’t help either.”
Vivian held my hair as I emptied from my stomach what I’d drunk.
“In my opinion, I didn’t drink enough,” I joked.
“In my opinion, you shouldn’t drink again,” Vivian remarked.
“That is very demonic thinking,” I pointed out.
“What?” Vivian asked with a confused look.
“I don’t know,” I replied.
“Hey, Heather.”
I almost fell to the floor when I saw who called my name.
“What do you want, Jacob? Do you want me to stab you in the face?” I asked.
“Heather, c’mon,” Vivian reacted.
“I’m a little drunk. So, I know I was acting like an asshole,” Jacob admitted.
“You act like an asshole even when you’re not drunk, you stupid ass,” I said angrily.
“I know. I know I do. It’s just… I feel bad about this whole thing,” Jacob explained.
“You feel bad now? Are you serious? After all you’ve done, you very conveniently feel bad after I almost broke your head?” I asked.
“I know it sounds crazy, but I’m… I’m sorry,” Jacob said apologetically.
