Page 64 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

hand, in the proper position to signal a proposal has occurred.

“What the fuck just happened?” I whisper.

He shakes his head, running his palms down his face while he inhales

slowly. “I wish I knew. It happened so fast, and I swear I have the

worst balance in the world. I should have just belly-flopped onto the

stage to avoid looking like I was proposing.”

“We’re in even deeper now,” I add, brushing my hand over my lips

while I struggle to make sense of this wild situation. “This isn’t what I

signed up for.”

“I know that, Leah. I’m sorry that got out of hand. I wasn’t sure what

else to do with—well, you know who was watching.”

Hanging my head, I shut my eyes so tight I see spots in the darkness

of my vision. “Did they see it happen?”

“Yeah, they did.”

“Was Ryan angry?”

He pauses, and although I’m not sure why he pauses, I’m also not

sure why I ask in the first place. I took this arraignment for support

in this situation and to save face. Doing it to hurt Ryan Jones

shouldn’t be part of the equation… but it is.

I want him to feel what I felt, and no matter how immature and

horrible it is for me to wish that on someone, I’m a human.

Vengeance is an emotion, after all. It’s something everyone feels at

some point. While I’ve gone my life being the perfect daughter, the

best big sister in the world, and the most fucking supportive

girlfriend to ever exist, I am due for a little naughty.

I’m due to be vengeful; it’s human nature.

“He looked pissed off,” Percy gusts at last. “I saw Farrah’s expression

as well.”

Opening my eyes to the dim light of the back room, I see a much

different look on his face than the one I feel like I’m giving. His eyes

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