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blinked at Ash’s
words. A part of me agreed with them. But I was just as confused as our little
blue shack, so another part of me was secretly rolling my eyes at her.   That part of me was intrigued by Rachel’s
idea. Revenge sounded nice, justified. And I didn’t care if this guy hadn’t
done anything to me; I wanted the whole male species to suffer. I was convinced
that none of them were innocent.
    Rachel looked to me
for support, trying to ignore Ash’s protests.
    Ashton turned to me,
realizing none of her protests made a difference to Rachel, “Eli, I know you’re
angry, and I get that, I really do! But that guy didn't do anything to you!”
    I focused on my
internal debate, trying to avoid their pressure-filled gazes. I knew it was up
to me because this whole trip had turned into a let’s-mend-Eli’s-broken-heart
project. I could almost feel Ash judging me; I knew she would be disappointed.
I didn’t want to disappoint her. But, she would forgive me eventually.
And I really wanted to hurt someone as much as the-X had hurt me, as much as everyone had ever hurt me. And sure,
out loud that sounded terrible, but who could deny they had thoughts like these
every once in a while? I was thinking of how great it would be, to just live
for a little while with no rules, to put my conscious aside and act the way I
wanted to, like he had. To treat this
stranger the way all the men in my life had treated me…
    I stared back and
forth between the two of them. They were like projections of the miniature
angel and devil I imagined on my shoulders. I knew the decision I wanted to
make, I knew how wrong that decision was. I could feel myself going to the dark
side. I was slowly inching towards Rachel; noticing Ashton already looking
defeated.
    "I'm sorry
Ash," I said, sounding more certain than I actually was.
    She shook her head,
sending me a worried look.
    Rachel beamed. I’d
heard her say it before, “The best way to get over someone is to get revenge.”
Clearly, she wasn’t sympathetic to collateral damage.
    I used to think that
mantra of hers was irrational, aside from the unhealthy sentiment; it also
suggested that there was always some injustice involved in a breakup. But
there’s a first time for everything, and I was realizing that Rachel was
finally right about something.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
    May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor

 
 
    "How did you come
up with this whole thing?" I asked because she’d had it all figured out
like this plan was her life’s work and I was simply an excuse to execute it
now. This certainly wasn’t the first time Rachel had come up with some wacky scheme
that we all knew would end in disaster. But she had certainly outdone herself.
    She glanced over her
shoulder to send us a wink, tossing her full, dark hair as she turned back to
where the key to our plan had been standing.
    "I can't believe
I have to be a part of this too," Ash sighed.
    I almost felt sorry
for her. She agreed to these crazy shenanigans for me, but I didn't think she
ever anticipated that she would be playing such an active role.  
    "Oh, lighten up,
Little Miss Perfect. You act like we’re plotting to kill someone," Rachel
turned back to us, rolling her thickly lined hazel eyes in Ash’s direction.
    “It doesn’t even make sense. How are you getting back at Ryan by hurting
some stranger?” Ash added.
    “ The-X is ancient history. This
is about Eli. This is about her getting on with her life and all of us having
fun.”
    "You have a
really screwed up idea of fun," Ash grumbled quietly.
    “Don’t you ever get
tired of being annoying? Has anyone rewarded you for walking around with that
moral compass so far up your-”
    "Rachel!" I
shook my head at her, sounding too much like a distraught mother trying to make
her kids get along. She stopped, but not before glaring at me.
    Rachel and Ash had