“I really want it,” I said. “I want to get back at him no matter what it takes.”
Adam nodded. “Okay.”
“So what’s the plan?” Trina asked.
He rubbed his chin. “It’s kinda related to what you said earlier about fake-dating the Princes.”
She playfully swatted him. “I was only joking about that.”
“I know. But it gave me a real idea,” he said. He looked over at me again, and his forehead creased. “Actually… never mind. On second thoughts, it’s probably not such a good idea.”
“Oh, come on!” Trina said. “You can’t say you have a plan and then refuse to tell us what it is!”
Adam sighed. “I know. I’m a dick. But I just realized Laney might not be up for it.”
“I’m up for anything,” I said. “You basically lit a fire under me with all the revenge talk, so c’mon—throw it at me.”
“I don’t know. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut,” he muttered, averting his eyes from mine.
“Why?”
“Because I’m not sure you’d be willing to take it this far, considering your past,” he said softly.
“Oh.”
He held up a palm. “I mean, you wouldn’t actually have to do anything. Only pretend to do stuff. But even then…” He trailed off midsentence, still looking profoundly uncomfortable.
I took a deep breath and lifted my chin high. “It’s okay. If there’s a chance it could work, I want to hear it.”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course she’s sure,” Trina interjected. “You know how strong she is. I bet she can pull off anything.”
I nodded at Adam. “Yeah, I’m sure. Just tell me.”
His shoulders finally relaxed, and all the tension drained from his expression. He gestured for us to lean closer to him. “All right,” he said, eyes glimmering with excitement. “Here’s the plan...”