Page 158 of Revenge Puck
Sleeping with her. Makes it sound so crude—as if I don’t give a shit about her actual feelings.
“How does he feel about it?”
“He hates me.”
“He hates you?” Sutton shouts. “Fuck that guy! He has no right to hate you; you’re the wronged party here.”
Right.
Those were my initial thoughts on it, too.
“Pause. I have a question.” My sister goes back to the toilet and takes a seat. “If you knew Juliette’s brother was a horrible friend, why would you mess with that family?”
I wait her out, letting the puzzle solve itself. Watching as she does the mental gymnastics, moving the pieces around. Timelines. Motivation.
“Aaron?”
“What?”
“Is this some sick revenge plot?” She laughs as if I’m about to tell her no, it’s not a revenge plot and this is all a coincidence.
I shrug. “It was.”
The disappointment on my sister’s face is a look I haven’t seen since I borrowed her car without permission, then drove it into a snowbank during a storm.
“You were going to break her heart onpurpose?” she asks.
“Yeah.”
“Why? To hurt herbrother?” Sutton sounds disgusted.
Why lie?“Yes.”
“How is that working out for you?” she sneers.
“Horribly.”
“You are anidiot,” she says, shaking her head.
“I know.”
“No, Aaron, you don’t. This is a fucking disaster.”
Why is she cursing so damn much? Sutton swears, sure—but this? This is rapid-fire, sailor-level fury. It’s throwing me off.
“Listen, I didn’t think that far ahead,” I snap. “I was pissed. They humiliated me. I wanted leverage.”
Sutton watches me through the camera.
She is so unimpressed…
Clicks her tongue. “Men and their stupid pride.”
I rub a hand over my face. “If you met this woman, you would kill me.” I pause. “She’s…Juliette is…”
My sister waits for me to finish my sentence.
Doesn’t rescue me.
