"You guys broke up?" Jace gasps melodramatically. "What a shame."
I roll my eyes even though we're on the phone, and he can't see me. I lay back on my bed, staring at the sticker on the ceiling. "Yep, he said he couldn't trust me anymore, and that he thought something was going on between us."
"Did you deny it?" The nerves are quite apparent in his voice.
"Why else do you think he broke it off?" I chuckle. "I haven't told my parents yet, though." I stand up on my toes and reach for the banana sticker.
"If your relationship with Hudson mattered that much to your brother, I can't imagine how your parents would take it." Jace comments coldly.
"He was being such an ass clown earlier, sorry." I apologize on Keegan's behalf. "He thinks that I'm only hanging around you to get my parents' attention." I peel the thing back. It coils up, and I flick it across the room.
"Screw him, Wynnie." Jace yells triumphantly over the phone.
"Yeah." I nod. My laptop bleeps. I collapse into the crisscross apple sauce position on my bed.
I open up the Twitter app. Someone tweeted about a big upcoming football game against our rival school, Rocks-ford Academy, and the after party that will happen weather or not we win.
Under it is a tweet from Hudson's account:
I'm done so you can have her.
With it is a private picture I sent him a few months ago. I only have a bra on, my lips are puckered up, my eyes are closed, but you can obviously tell who it is. The picture thankfully ends just under my navel.
My mouth goes completely dry. I squeeze my eyes shut and reopen them, hoping that I'm fabricating what I'm seeing right now. I open my eyes and it's still there. My heart falls in on itself; I feel like I can't breath.
"Oh my God." I gasp.
"What happened?" Jace asks.
My jaw drops, another kick to the stomach. "Jace, it already has 167 favorites, and 342 retweets!" I scream, my face is hot with tears.
I slam my laptop closed, and back away from it.
"What does?" Jace asks frantically. "Hold on, I'm coming to get you, okay?"
"Okay." I mutter. My hands are still shaking.
When Jace arrives I tell my parents that CJ invited me to have dinner at her house.
I slam into his car.
"Where do you want to go Wynnie?" He asks revving up the engine.
"I really don't care at this point." I hiss. I lean my forehead against the window and watch the calm scenery ride past.
Its strange how everything can look so normal and yet be crumbling at the same time.
We drive for about ten minutes before Jace asks the obvious question.
"What happened?"
"I can't believe he would do this to me." I state instead. "I mean, when we broke up he seemed a bit upset but this!"
"It was Hudson?" Jace tries to piece everything together. "What did he do?"
"I thought I loved him, Jace-" I cry.
"And I thought the moon followed my mom's car at night." Jace's voice is clipped.
"Hudson showed me who he was when he was more interested in sex than me." I grumble. "I should have fucking known he'd do this."
Jace's grip on the steering wheel tighten. "Did he hurt you, Wynter?"
I recall what I had just said, realizing the misconception. "No, nothing like that Jace."
I can physically see him relax. "Well then what?"
I swallow down hard. My cheeks start heating up. "He posted a shirtless picture of me on Twitter." I whisper, waiting for Jace to loose every bit of respect he has for me.
Jace is quiet for about a minute. He's thinking. Hopefully not judging.
"You're only 17, Wynter, you can technically charge him with distribution of child porn." Jace finally tells me.
"No." I shake my head. "I want to do something very very bad to him." I feel like I should be rubbing my hands together and laughing like some cartoon villain .
"Revenge?" Jace smirks.
"Karma." I correct him. "The bitch."
"So what exactly do you have in mind?" Jace asks excitedly.
"We need his car keys, pillows, a blanket, binoculars, and a ton of paint." I'm utterly surprised at how quickly the entire idea came to me, even more so by how devious it is.
Jace pulls up to Walmart about ten minutes later
It does not take long to find the paint section and fill up.
I push a cart full of lime green paint cans up to the check out lane. Jace rides up behind me with another full buggy.
The lady at the checkout looks like a college student with a huge adtitude. "Are you guys painting the town or something?" Her monotonous voice matches the dead look in her eyes.
"No, we did that a few nights ago." I glance at Jace.
He grins, catching on to my reference of the night we broke into the Fro-yo Place
The lady just narrows her eyes at us. "Whatever."
Jace and I didn't actually think of where to put so much paint until we got to his car.
"So..." I rock back and forth on my feet.
"I guess a few can go in the back and the rest in the trunk?" Jace suggests.
So with that we start to load up.
"Revenge is a ton of work." I groan, lifting the last can into the trunk of Jace's car.
"The pay off better be worth it." Jace mutters.
"Don't worry." I smirk. "It will."
YOU ARE READING
The World Beyond Us
Teen Fiction"If you and I could get into that car and drive away and never look back, would you?" When Wynter unexpectedly finds herself in a thrilling relationship with Jace, it's begins to become increasingly hard for her to decipher between good and bad, rig...
