The Heartbreaker's Game

29 - Trevor Has Some Fun

Trevor’s POV

When I left Heather at work, I looked around the place, walking here and there, looking for that asshole. If I see that fucked-up bastard, I will take my revenge on him for doing this to her.

I frowned, remembering how upset she was just now at the rooftop. Thank goodness she wasn’t going to kill herself or else I will have to haunt Jared down and kill that bastard with my bare hands.

Speaking of him, where the fuck is he?!

I turned toward a corner — and bumped into him and Ryan.

Well, I guess my prayers are answered.

“What do you want?” he asked snappily.

“You,” I retorted shortly, sending death daggers toward him. “I heard you got my girlfriend suspended from school for two weeks. Are you an idiot?”

He shrugged uncaringly. “That bitch deserves it.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Dare you say it again? Remember, I beat you without you laying a hand on me. I will gladly do that again.”

Jared rolled his eyes and brushed passed me, with Ryan giving me a withering look. I glowered at their backs. I wasn’t going to let them off so easily. So I did what I always do best.

Not wanting to miss the chance, I followed them and turned myself invisible so no one could see me. They were grumbling about something that I couldn’t hear but I didn’t really bother because I was too mad. All that I was thinking about was making sure I keep them in sight, wondering what exactly I would do to them. I didn’t have any particular plan of what I will do but I will do it.

I followed them to an apartment building. I guess this meant they were going back to their place to rest or whatever. This is perfect, I thought as a plan began to form in my head.

They got into a lift and squeezed in just before the doors shut closed. I accidentally — but very lightly — brushed against Ryan who frowned but thought nothing of it and just shrugged. I stood in a corner behind them.

I observed the two of them. Jared was whistling a tune while Ryan stood behind him, checking his phone for something.

I smirked. Let’s have some fun, I thought.

Raising my hand, I made Ryan’s hand rise up and whacked Jared behind the back of his head.

I gave a satisfied smile when Jared turned to glare furiously at his friend while Ryan’s eyes grew wide in astonishment.

“It wasn’t me! I didn’t do it!” Ryan protested but his defence was weak.

“We are the only two in the lift,” Jared growled, “and you’re telling me you didn’t hit me?”

“I don’t know!” Ryan really couldn’t explain this. “I don’t know!” he repeated. “My hand just moved, like something forced it to — or something!”

Jared stared at him as though he was delusional.

“You have to believe me!” he pleaded.

I smirked and worked my power again. Ryan’s hand raised and I made it move toward Jared’s crotch area. It took all my willpower to control myself from bursting out into laughter as Ryan squeaked when he realized where he was touching Jared. And oh my god, the look on Jared’s face when he saw that he was being molested by his best friend. This is too funny.

“Dude!” he yelped in surprised, jumping back. “What the fuck? Are you gay?!”

Ryan’s face turned bright red. “N – no!” he stammered. “I – I don’t know what came over me! I swear! Honest!”