I usually tried my best not to be an idiot, and usually that worked out well enough.
When Friday came, and I still hadn’t seen Levi in lab, I knew I had to do something. Had to see him again, had to yell at him. Had to do something instead of go to class like a good girl and keep stealing glances at his empty seat.
No. I shouldn’t want to see him again. Any sane girl wouldn’t. But me? I didn’t know whether or not I’d even consider myself sane right now. Right now, I was fuming, and the more time I spent thinking about it, the more time I wondered how many people on this campus—and even strangers off it, because once something was on the internet, you could never really take it down—had seen me suck his dick and get fucked.
It was downright dumb for me to do what I planned on doing tonight, but, call me crazy, call me stupid, I didn’t get the closure I wanted. I didn’t let him try to explain just what the hell he’d been thinking. Maybe, if I let him talk, it would finally sink into my thick skull: Levi Harlen was a supreme asshole, the king of dicks, ruling the campus with his co-king of dicks, Dean.
Yeah, hearing him try to explain would definitely shake my body of its lingering crush.
When I got ready that Friday night—even doing a bit of makeup, which I never normally did—Mel watched me curiously. “You going out again? Last weekend didn’t turn out so well.”
“Last weekend I’d gone out blind,” I said, applying some mascara using the small desk mirror Mel had. “This weekend I know exactly what I’m going out for.” This weekend I was marching to Sigma Chi, finding Levi, and demanding to know what his fucked-up truth was, and I was going to look damn fine doing it.
“And what’s that?” Mel asked.
“Dick,” I answered her bluntly, causing her to laugh. She wouldn’t be laughing if she knew what I meant. Oh, I was going out for dick, but not for the dick I wanted. This whole campus had probably already seen me getting railed, so why not go all out? Why not go a little crazy? If I meant nothing to Levi, he meant nothing to me.
Maybe I wouldn’t talk to him at all. Maybe I’d just find another guy to be with, and do it right in front of him. It wasn’t like I was Mel; I hadn’t protected my virginity. I was not above using my body as a way to get back at him.
All those times we were together…there was no way it was all fake. There had to be a kernel of something real there, and I wanted to watch Levi’s eyes as he realized his little stunt with the video didn’t hurt me. It ticked me the fuck off, but it didn’t hurt me. I would not break from this.
“Well, at least you’re honest,” Mel chuckled, running a hand through her hair. She had no scars on her wrist, so she didn’t try to cut herself there. I was aware there were other places one could cut oneself, but I knew enough not to ask exactly how she’d tried to commit suicide. There were just some things you left alone, and that was one of them.
I was more than honest, at least when it came to what I got up to. To Mel, I was the opposite of honest, because I knew it’d only upset her. Especially now that I knew she’d been suicidal, I didn’t want to push her back in that direction at all.
Once my makeup was done and I was ready to rock the party, I asked her, “Should I kiss you goodbye and tell you not to wait up for me?”
Mel’s chest giggled. “I really wish you wouldn’t.”
I tossed a thin jacket over my shoulders before leaving. The nights had gotten a little cooler. It neared the end of October, so the change in weather was expected. I wore tight jeans that showed off every curve of my hips and ass, and a low-cut shirt that anyone taller than me could easily peer down and see my breasts. No bra, because who the fuck needed a bra when you were on a revenge mission?
Yell at him, be with someone else right in front of him. Was that petty of me?
You know what? I didn’t even care if it was petty. If that made me petty, then I was the pettiest girl around and didn’t give a shit. Me being petty came hand-in-hand with what happened to me last week. I’d had a whole week to think about being petty, and I sure as hell was going to do my best to enjoy it.
Revenge had never tasted sweeter, and if I dick-punched a guy or two—preferably Levi—then I’d consider it a win.
I walked across campus, figuring out just what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. Levi couldn’t think he won. Revenge might’ve been petty, spite might not have been my thing, but I was prepared to do whatever I had to do get my point across.
Since the weather had gotten a tad chillier, the party at Sigma Chi was held inside the house. The curtains were drawn, but I heard music pumping as I walked up the front steps to the house. They were definitely having a party, and with any luck, Levi would be in there.
My hand grabbed the knob and I yanked the door open, walking in like I owned the
