Author’s Note: So, I got a bit tired of all the poor girls who get played by bad boys on this site. So, I decided to write a revenge story.
It all started when Daire Wuthers slept with me and ghosted me the next day. I should have known he was going to do that. Daire was a jerk; he slept with countless girls in our college. I was just one more sorority girl on his list of conquests. I remember the night he brought some new bimbo to our sorority house when I told everyone he was my date.
I went home, and I cried afterward and buried my face in Ben and Jerry’s.
Hah! Got ya there!
I’m Evelyn Thompson, and I take shit from no one. He messed with the wrong girl.
This is the story of my revenge.
I knew Daire liked to drink and drive. When he left that party with his bimbo, I called my dad’s sheriff buddy Trent. My dad was the police chief, a fact I neglected to mention when Daire took my virginity that one night. I knew Daire was on probation for being caught stealing a Stop Sign as part of his Frat House initiation process. One more strike and he could land in jail.
Oh - land in jail, he will.
I also slipped some marijuana into his bimbo’s Michael Kor’s knock off pocket just for good measure. There’s no reason why she should get away scot-free. Then again, she could always just the point the finger at Daire. He was the one who was intoxicated with the criminal record.
Trent arrested Daire at around 11 PM that night. He even called me to thank me for the tip. I decided to show up at the local police station to get a piece of the action.
I found him sitting in a group cell with his beautiful face in his hands. His t-shirt was stained with beer and sweat. He was a mess. Beside him was an obese dude with a million tattoos over his arms who was now calling Daire “sweetheart.”
I had a feeling Daire would do anything to get out of that cell. Even enslave himself to the police chief’s daughter. I knew the jails in my town were overflowing; my dad would hate to lock this kid up just because his daddy can’t make bail.
I vaguely recalled Daire saying something about his father was an abusive deadbeat who had a heroin problem. Growing up, his daddy used to break his arm for funsies and to send him to school with bruises all over his back. I could barely contain my glee at the thought of what his pops would do to him if he landed himself in jail with a six-figured bail on his head.
Daire was supposed to go to finish college. That was the one thing his dysfunctional family asked of him. Despite his drinking and whoring, he was actually a good student. He got straight A’s in the hard sciences. He once told me he dreamed of going to Medical School one day.
Well, not anymore, he wasn’t!
“Evelyn?” Daire asked as he saw me standing just beyond the door to his cell block. “What are you doing here? Where’s Maria?”
Maria was the name of the girl he had taken to my sorority party. MY SORORITY party. Where everyone knew Daire had claimed my virginity and I had whined on and on about how he was my one true love. Oh, I could break his well-shaped nose for what he had done to me.
“Maria’s not coming,” I told him, crossing my arms under my hoodie. Unlike Maria, I didn’t have double-D cups and walked around in mid-December in a halter top. I couldn’t believe I slept with him. He had terrible taste in women!
“Can you lend me your phone?” Daire asked, his eyes red. He wasn’t crying, but I suspected he was planning to if I stepped away from the cell.
“Oh? Now you want my phone?” I asked coyly. “You didn’t seem very interested in my phone when I left you about fifty messages since last Sunday.”
“Please,” he said. “I need to call my parents. I need to talk to them before the police do.”
“Oh, you mean my dad?” I asked. “You know my dad is the big boss around here, don’t you? I actually just dropped by to tell my daddy about the prince charming who I spent a lovely weekend with. I’m sure my daddy will be looking forward to hearing all about it and about his radio silence afterward. Should I tell him you’re looking for your girlfriend, Maria?”
“Eve,” Daire said in a serious tone. “Stop it. When did you become such a bitch? Maria’s not my girlfriend. And I’ve met your dad before, remember? At the library? We grew up in the same town.”
I rolled my eyes. Oh, now he remembers. Mr. Don Juan suddenly wants every to picture him in the library with reading glasses. Yeah, it was true I used to bump into Daire at the library on weekends. That was back when he was dorky and used to read Stephen King and Neurology books at the same time. I think we were around thirteen years old back then. In high school, he joined the football team, and he got jacked. Then we weren’t friends anymore.
I couldn’t believe we ended going to the same college. And somehow, Senior Year, just as I was about to say good-bye to Daire Wuthers forever, we ended up getting drunk one night at a bar and tumbled into bed together last Sunday. I thought he would at least text me a break-up letter seeing as we grew up in the same small town in upstate New York. He couldn’t even remember to do that before showing up at my sorority house with his new girlfriend.
“I can put in a good word with my dad for you. The jails are pretty full, and your blood alcohol level was pretty borderline. Hey, maybe he’ll even let you go with a slap on your wrist.”
“Oh, please, I’ll do anything. Just don’t tell my dad. After that frat Stop Sigh incident, my dad is about ready to shoot me.”
“How about this?” I asked with a coy smile while twirling a strand of my hand between my fingertips. “You’ll be my personal slave for a month, and I’ll make all this go away. I’ll go to my daddy and tell him about the nice boy who used to meet up with me in the library, who gets straight As in biology. He’ll see that it’s all a misunderstanding.”
“Okay! Okay!” Daire said with a sigh of relief. “Sure, make it two months, six months. Anything you want, Eve!”
“Oh, you say that now,” I said with a smirk. “But you’re going to regret it the moment you step out of here.”