When He Noticed Me

Chapter 3

The whole day long, I plotted and schemed of ways to make Devyn pay... hey, that rhymes... ahem. 

For ways, to make Devyn pay for everything he had done, but I couldn't come up with anything. 

What could someone possibly do to break that heartless monster? 

All I could think of was actually killing the guy, or forcing him to watch someone he loved die- but I'd be arrested and sentenced to death- so no point in that. 

He didn't even care for anyone or anything, but his best mates and water polo.

Suddenly my mobile rang, derailing my train of thought.

😜🐼 Cora 👜 😂 flashed across the screen.

"Hey Eve-Eve, I'm just wondering if you have a plan to destroy it yet." Cora spit the noun out as if it left bile in her mouth.

"It?" I asked, amused.

"The manwhore, fuckboy, Devil Spawn, Pennywise. That thing." She says.

"You really want him humiliated, huh?" I ask with a smile.

"No."

"Wha-"

"I want him broken. Suffering. Damaged. Vulnerable. I want him so miserable of life he crawls back to whatever storm drain he came from!" She screeches.

"Well," I drawled, "You sound like you just want him dead. I can't do that, sweetheart, but I can do everything and anything else. Only, I just can't think of anything that would really get to him! It's driving me mad!"

"Perhaps the best way would be to be a hypocrite."

"Do what he does...?" I trail, not really following.

"Get really close to him. Make him fall in love with you, want you, lust you, crave you, need you... then break his heart and shatter it into a million pieces, when he leasts expects it,and then act like you don't even know him." She rants with malice.

"But Cora I LOATHE him, I could never even pretend to love him!"

"Please, Eve-Eve! Please- just do it for me and all the others he shamelessly broke!"

I let out a breath, I didn't know I was holding, before reluctantly agreeing with Cora and ending the call. 

Her idea wasn't bad, but in order for me to succeed with our diabolic plan, I was in need of help...

With a sly smirk on my face I began dialing a number. 

It's been two hours and I still haven't gotten an answer. 

What the hell, Dylan.

Then my mind flashes to earlier today. I didn't see Dylan anywhere today after First Break. I blink for a few seconds before frantically changing into something more breathable. I settled for a tank top and compression shorts.

I grab my phone and take off.

I tuck my phone into the side of my bra, and walk next door. I simply open the front door and walk in.

"Hello? Mom? Dad?" I yell.

Feet pound down the stairs.

"Hello there, sweetie." Danielle Tides, Dylan's Mum, comes down the stairs.

Behind her is little Parker Tides.

"Hey there Park!" I smile, lifting the two-year-old into my arms.

Danielle smiles at us.

"Where's Dylan?" I ask her.

"He said he was going to be at yours." She says, suddenly worried. 

Rolling my eyes, I hand her Parker before turning on my heel and exiting the house.

I check the shared location on my phone, finding he was a mere few blocks away. I jogged back to mine, hopping on my bike and pulling into the street.

Right outside a random house, I park my bike and lean against it.

Pulling out my phone, I dial Dylan's number.

He picks up, and I hear muffled shifting noises.

"What?" He asks in a strained voice.

"Babe," I wail. "How could you!"

"Wai- wha-"

"Two years, and this is what I find? You, in another girl's house? I knew you were too good to be true." I fake sob.

I smirk to myself as I hear two people arguing, and seconds later, Dylan stumbles down the front steps, his shirt backwards and his belt hanging from one loop.

He looks up and meets me, his face morphing from frustration to a scowl. Stomping closer he lifts and points a finger in my face.

"Fuck you."