(Previously titled: I Think I Love You)
When Alex Thompson, fiery, gritty, full of piss and vinegar trolls into the small quiet beach town that is Hullbeck, California, it's not what she expects.
She never expected to be part of a vengeful scheme to...
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"Okay, so let me get this straight," I began, taking a quick drink from my cup filled to the brim with iced tea. "You want me to date Wayne Garcia, long enough for him to fall in love with me and then break up with him?"
There was a long pause before Mia spoke up. "Yeah, it's quite simple."
My eyes widen upon her statement. "Simple? That's awful. Don't get me wrong, he was an asshole—," maybe seeing him cry wouldn't be so bad, "—but that's just plain cruel," I continued, "why would you girls want to do something like this?"
"See, I told you she was too chicken to do it," Mia mumbled.
Beth sighed beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Alex, Wayne Garcia is a Grade A heart breaker. He's hooked up with more girls than I could count on all of our fingers. We just want to put an end to his fuckery. Revenge is the best way to do it."
"Revenge? Why would you have some vendetta against him? Unless you bitches actually dated the bastard and—oh my god, you did," I said, suddenly realizing why they had asked me to do this. All three of them had dated Wayne, all at the same time or individually, it didn't matter, but they all got dumped after sex, no doubt.
Everything was fine this morning. I mean, sure I was nervous and half an hour late to my first class — first day at a new school and all. I picked out a cute outfit, attempted to style my red hair, drove my car to school and was ready for just about anything. After the hellish summer I endured, I figured I had shed the soft, never-say-no version of myself clean.
But here I was, in Hullbeck, California. The small, fairly quiet beach town that has become my new home. Unlike the hustle and bustle that was New York City, this town provided me with a new start. A new, stay-out-of-trouble start and yet, these three girls that seemingly came out of nowhere, grabbed me and threw me in their car to some restaurant by the coast where they served the best chicken sandwiches in the goddamn world, as they liked to put it.
I felt bad for them, truly. And not because they definitely got their feelings hurt and possible heartbroken by the same guy. Mainly because they couldn't seem to get passed this boring and pathetic part of their lives. I mean, you get heartbroken you move on. Why linger in the sadness? Why purposely stay put and endure any more pain that you have too?
I may not have the best advice when it comes to dealing with heartbreak, but I sure as hell know that feeling sad is completely useless.
To think I got myself in this situation all because I declined going to a movie and dinner.
Wayne Garcia didn't seem to be that bad of a guy. At first glance, he caught my eye, sitting at the back of the class, head hung low while the rest of the class engaged with one another. Conversations about homecoming, tomorrow nights football game, and the latest celebrity gossip. Even as I was briefly introduced to Daykota High School's senior English class, he never looked up. Even as I sat myself down in the empty seat next to him, he never looked up. Even as I heard the hushed and appalled whispers of nearby students as they glanced at me, almost wondering how I had the nerve to sit next to him — he never looked up. A few girls glanced my way, more so looking at the seat I chose and had a certain expression of longing, almost as if they themselves had sat here before.
