How to Destroy Your Ex in 10 Days

Two weeks ago, I had it all. Perfect GPA. Perfect boyfriend. Perfect life, if you ignore the fact that Liam's main talent was pretending he cared. I was so good at being the perfect girlfriend - straight A's, playing nice, not rocking the boat. Until Madison's Close Friends post came up on my phone during lunch. Spoiler alert: Liam was wearing my hoodie on a bed that wasn't mine, and Madison was, well, half-naked.
"Oh," she said when I walked in on them. "Zoe."
No apology. No shame. Just flat, rehearsed indifference. My boyfriend and my best friend? Yep, they were in it together. So much for my perfect life.
I drove home like a robot, all while pretending this was some sort of weird prank that would "blow over" in a week. Spoiler: it didn't. Then enter Jaxon Reed - my personal nightmare - swaggering into the picture like he owns it.
"Do you want them publicly shamed and emotionally unstable?" he asked. I said, "Yeah. I want that." And that's when things got real.
We started our little revenge operation, leaking texts, causing drama, and by the way, I'm absolutely pretending that I didn't enjoy it. I mean, sure, revenge is petty, but have you seen Liam's smug face? The more I let Jaxon help me burn my high school reputation to the ground, the more I couldn't stop thinking about how good he was at it.
But-plot twist-I can't date Jaxon. No, because he's a walking disaster, a reputation killer, and oh yeah, my ex's worst nightmare. Plus, my friends would definitely disown me, especially after they saw me wearing his hoodie-his very distinct hoodie that I was definitely not supposed to be wearing.
But let's be real, this is me we're talking about. I'm in too deep, the drama's wild, and Jaxon just kissed me. On a school night. In a library. In the middle of plotting my ex's downfall. And honestly? I didn't hate it.
But we're not supposed to be a thing, okay?