To Piss off a Mocking Robin

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(A/N): Woohoo for random titles that only make sense to my breakfast! 

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I took another swig of my booze as I sat on the curb.

Classic.

Boy leaves girl. Girl becomes crazy ex. Crazy ex tries to get back with boy. Boy says he wants to but ends up choosing other girl. And girl punches him in the face.

Okay, well maybe the last part isn’t exactly a classic moment but at least it made crazy ex feel better.

I sighed. I would get over this probably. I always do.

But why do I have to feel so damn hurt right now?

Oh, it must be the aching hand from punching that lying scumbag in the face.

Well if it makes you feel better scumbag, it definetly hurt me too.

I groaned as I put the cold beverage next to my aching hand.

“You alright?” asked a familiar voice.

It was Trevor.

“Oh! Hi. I’m. I’m SO sorry. For. You know.” I tried apologizing

Great job Robin.

He smiled. “Don’t worry about it. I mean I would’ve preferred a different alternative to getting out of the party but I guess yours worked too.”

“Well I’m glad something worked out for someone. How come you’re still here?” I asked as I tried to seem normal again.

“Well your plan to get me out of the party worked great!” he started.

“Til I realized I have to drive my friend home and well, I rather not leave him here.” He ended.

Blood rushed to my face. I couldn’t believe that I just used a guy I barely knew so I could “pull a Samantha Willing” just to get Ryan’s attention.

“I am honestly sorry,” I sincerely apologized though I wasn’t sure if I was apologizing to him or what used to be me.

He only shrugged.

“It’s fine. How bout I drive you home? You look like you had too much fun...” he joked.

I attempted to smile but it just didn’t feel natural.

I nodded as he led me to his car and took me home.

It was probably a bad idea to leave my car there.

Hell, it was probably a bad idea to let a stranger drive me home.

But at this point, I didn’t care.

I just didn’t care.

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Instead of feeling fully rested when I woke up, I felt terribly groggy and uncomfortable.

It was 4:18 am so I only got 4 hours of sleep.

I tried going to sleep again, honestly I tried but I just couldn’t.

Ugh. I cannot believe this.

This stupid, poopy head jerk.

Can’t I just have peace after being dumped?!

If I can’t have any peace, neither can that bastard.

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Finally.

Exactly 1 pm.

Meaning if I called a certain someone, I wouldn’t seem like an obsessed nut job.

Now I know what you’re thinking.

“Oh c’mon Robin. Your first attempt of revenge backfired and you only humiliated yourself.”

And you’re right. Oh, you are so painfully right.

And I was wrong.

Yes that’s the thing.

I was wrong. I was going about this “revenge” in the wrong way.

Revenge isn’t always a big boom.

Sometimes it’s a slow, gnawing revenge.

I looked at my phone book and started dialing an all too familiar number.

“Hey, it’s me...” I said with a sly smile.