Not only am I pissed at myself for giving in, but the fact that he left me standing alone and naked after the best orgasm of my life makes me livid. Of course, if this were a fairy tale, he would’ve carried me back to his room and held me in his arms the rest of the night, but as we all know, Travis is no fucking prince. No, Travis is a prick, and I’ll get him back if it’s the last thing I do. But I have to make sure that I play my cards correctly, act as if I’m not hurt, act as if everything is perfectly fine, so he won’t see me scheming in the background. I will be the Viola he wishes he had as I destroy him for breaking my heart so many times before. I’ll serve him bites of the poisoned apple he’s been feeding me for over a decade.
I dodged him the rest of the day on Saturday and half of Sunday. I couldn’t look him in the eyes after that. It was a moment of weakness, and as much as I tried not to, I slipped and let him see how I really felt. And though I had buried those feelings away, as soon as he touched me, they all rushed back. It’s a moment that almost brings me to my knees when I think about it. It’s easy to sink into the fantasy of him wanting me, taking me, bringing me to the edge and watching me spill over as I whisper his name, but seriously? He left me standing there alone and naked for the sake of a game. What the fuck?
I slept uneasily and wake up with an evil plan to get him back. My emotions are not a violin for Travis to string and play. An eye for an eye, emotions for emotions until we are even. I had a feeling he was avoiding me just as much as I was avoiding him. Once the door to his room opened and the front door closed, I make my move. I’m sick of him prancing around in practically nothing so I grab his shit out of my trunk and throw it in his room. Giving no fucks startsnow.
I pick up my phone and scroll through the different numbers I have saved. I scroll past Drew and all the kids I tutor until my phone lands on Jason’s number. I know what I’m doing is wrong. Bringing other people into our war isn’t something I’d usually do, but after Friday night, I know Jason’s interested, and Travis needs to squirm.
Before I even text Jason, I cover my tracks and text Drew.
Viola
I’m going to have a drink or dinner with Jason. Wanted to let you know before you start busting balls.
He texts something back, but I don’t even read it. Drew isn’t in control of me. We aren’t kids anymore, and I can do whatever and whoever I want.
Instead, I text Courtney, remembering she flew home today.
Viola
Did you make it to Dallas okay?
Courtney
My plane just landed. I was going to text you and let you know! The delays were horrible. I wish you would’ve come with me.
I smile, half-wishing I would’ve gone too. I wouldn’t be in the predicament I’m in now.
Viola
I know. You’ll have fun, though. I think I’m going to text Jason for that drink.
The text bubble immediately pops up, and I can only imagine the look on her face right now.
Courtney
DO IT!!!! It’s just a drink! Crap, my bag is going around the carousel. Give me all the deets ASAP!
Courtney gives me just the courage I need. A smirk hits my lips as I find the text he sent me on Friday while we were dancing.
Viola
It was great seeing you the other night. Want to have that drink?
No time passes before I get a response.
Jason
Hey, babe! What are you doing tonight?
An evil smirk crosses my face as I send a simple text back.
Viola
I’m free tonight.
Jason
Let’s have dinner at Romero’s at 7. I’d love to catch up. I’ll pick you up.