Mind the Code: The Problem with Revenge

Sweet Little Princess

"Can I ask what that was about?" I asked Alex when we were in his truck.

"Shouldn't I ask you that?"

I gave him a look that told him no, because there was no reason for her bratty outburst. He understood and kept driving being casual and bored of our conversation already. "We used to hook up." He shrugged.

"Is that it?"

He looked at me, then let out a sweet chuckle that I had never really heard before. "What do you expect? Girls like her get attached too easily."

"She didn't seem all that attached to you." I pointed out.

"I mean attached to being welcomed with a hard dick and no clothes." He said in amusement. It almost made me a little uncomfortable. "She thinks that she can go around and instantly get what she wants. It may work on everybody else, it may work on Mark, but that shit doesn't work on me."

I suddenly flushed in embarrassment, feeling like such a fool for having a boyfriend who constantly cheated on me right under my nose. It was so embarrassing. I felt like an idiot. I felt so sad to know I wasn't enough for him. "You were a virgin before Mark, right?" He suddenly asked, and I blushed even more.

In my silence he glanced over me and began to laugh his rare, head-thrown-back-dramatically laugh. "Oh, Ava, I keep forgetting how innocent you are."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, looking out the window. "There's nothing wrong with that."

"No, I know. Trust me, I know." He smirked again. "You don't have to be embarrassed about it." He said in encouragement as if he was talking to a little kid.

I felt even more embarrassed. "Yes, I was." I answered him.

He gave a nod. "Yeah, that's what he said."

I looked at him. "He talks to you about that?"

He looked back at me as if he was about to laugh again, "You think you girls are the only ones who talk about it? Yes, he's told me many times how kinky you are in bed."

I turned into a tomato, feeling completely exposed. I closed my eyes and rubbed my forhead, trying to get the thought out of my head, the memories, then the fact that Alex knew about me and Mark's... physical relationship. "I mean, you're such a sweet little princess, it's hard to think about you like that,"

I hit his arm. "Don't call me that, and don't bother trying." I said.

He smirked again, "You don't want me thinking about you like that? A sweet little princess and her ex-boyfriend having rough sex?"

"Stop," I groaned.

"Now you've told me not to, I'm going to." He said, suddenly setting his hand on my thigh, making me flinch.

I moved to push off his hand, but he ended up sliding it higher, and I squirmed uncomfortably. "No, you're not." I said sternly, grabbing his hand finally as it was much higher than it should have been.

He returned his hands to the wheel and parked in the school parking lot. "But you're my girlfriend."

"No I'm not."

He stared at me, and I wished I could escape his eyes and that truck because I was suddenly too close to him. I was almost beginning to sweat in uncomfort. "That's not a very good attitude if you want to get back at your ex."

I suddenly didn't know what I wanted anymore. Of course, it sounded terrible. And it made me feel just as bad, but Mark had screwed me over so many times, I felt like he deserved to have something happen. At the same time, I didn't want to hurt him, and I wanted him back. How could I so easily just throw Mark away after those special years I spent with him? Those years I thought were special. They were to me.