(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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The rules were exactly rules, per se. They more resembled warnings and cautions; details that would be important to remember embarking this act of vengeance.
Wayne Garcia doesn't do relationships.
This was painfully obvious.
The sex rule, however, was a real rule. Once Wayne has sex with you, he'll want nothing to do with you. Teasing him along is our way in.
I could do teasing. I'd be the biggest tease it I had too.
Kissing him, though I argued I wouldn't, I knew would eventually happen. Teasing with words and smiles and eye contact would soon burn out and I would have to move on to the next level. It's not that the idea of kissing him repulses me. Wayne actually looks like he'd be alot of fun to kiss. Just the idea of having to connect to him in anyway makes me sick.
They wouldn't cough up any personal information on Wayne, however. The girls figured I should get to know him as if I was actually trying to pursue him. They also feared I would let something slip and he'd be suspicious of the kind of information I knew about him.
There probably wasn't anything special to learn about him, anyway. He was an asshole, looked like an asshole, talked like an asshole.
My guess is that his whole personality revolved around being an asshole.
The first order of business was reconciliation. It was pretty obvious that we didn't get along and in order for this plan to go off without a hitch, I had to — deep breath — apologize.
I had to be the bigger person, I had to lose all my dignity, and I had to do it all with a smile on my face.
Even though I wasn't the one who started it, for once.
But I digress, Stanford was calling my name and I, like a sailor at sea, had no choice but to answer the siren call.
Which left me standing beside Wayne's locker before our shared class with — you would never believe — a bouquet or flowers.
I don't know why I felt the need to grab flowers to give him in order to apologize but in my defense, I've never had the need to apologize to anyone, at least in along time. I'm a little rusty, I'll admit.
The amount of curious and judgmental stares directed at me was incredible. I mean, I really did feel embarrassed for myself, which rarely ever happened.
As soon as I caught a glimpse of that mop of dark hair turn into the hall, I almost high tailed it out of there. Reconciliation be damned.
