A Fool's Revenge.

Two weeks in to living back in SD and I’ve already seen so many people, no Mike though, thank god. Josh and I are becoming pretty close and it was nice seeing his mom, especially in her condition.

I had scooped up a prime manager’s job at a local tattoo shop and it’s been going great! The customers were friendly and the staff seemed to become a second family to me. It was nice to feel like I belonged, even if it was just as a tatted family. Considering I had gotten plenty of tattoos in the four years I was gone, I fit right in.

“Hey Dave!” I said as I got to the front of the store to unlock it and start the day.

“Good morning, Jayme. How are you on this fine day?” he was so corny sometimes, but nice, always nice.

“Fantastic, another lovely day in sunny San Diego” I chuckled and placed myself at the front desk. The manager also had the responsibility of being a receptionist and booking appointments, so I was forever busy.

We were gonna be packed today with appointments, along with the various walk-ins we got on a daily basis, so we called in everyone to work so we wouldn’t have a ‘traffic jam’ as everyone seems to call it.

It was now around five and we were all pretty exhausted but we had made a plan to go to a bar tonight so we were gonna stick with that. We didn’t open early tomorrow so we could drink if we wanted to and I definitely wanted to.

I locked up the shop and said goodbye to everyone, so I could go home and change.

Once I was ready, I set off to the local bar down the street from the shop. I remember walking by it on the occasional night that I would go out and sit on the beach to just watch the waves crash onto the shore. That surely brought back memories, good and bad.

“Jay! Over here!” one of the tattoo artists, Casey, called from the other side of the bar as I walked in. I smiled but did a double take as I saw two somewhat familiar people sitting at the bar; Both Fuentes brothers sat precariously perched on the barstools, taking down shots and laughing with each other. I hadn’t realized that I stopped walking until Melanie, another co-worker, grabbed my arm and pulled me to the end of the bar where everyone else was.

“Jayme, what’s up?” Casey asked urgently. I stumbled over my words as I tried to put them together. The only one in our little group that knew me from high school was Dave, he never said anything bad about me but he knew the situation.

“DAVE!” I yelled and he slapped my arm hard enough to snap me out of my slight panic.

“Jay, what is it? Why are you so freaked out? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” he chuckled nervously ad I just pointed to the two Mexicans. He gasped and turned me so I wasn’t facing them anymore.

“Hey, listen, you don’t have to go up to them. I’m sure they wouldn’t recognize you even if you did. Now let’s get you a drink and have fun, okay?” he said comfortingly and I calmed down. He handed me the first drink of the night and before I knew it, I was out on the dance floor with Melanie.

I walked up to the bar to take a break and found myself sitting next to two chatty boys. I didn’t really care until one of the tapped my shoulder. I had to blink a few times to restore my vision but when I did, I almost burst out laughing.

“Can I buy you a drink, pretty lady?” he slurred.

“Just water, I need to sober up so I can drive home.” I chuckled. Boy I hated being a flirtatious, giggly drunk. It always got me in trouble.

He called the bartender over and got me my water and attempted to make some kind of small talk but I wasn’t paying attention. All the memories of high school just seemed to flood my mind as he talked and that’s when it clicked. It’s time for my revenge.

I played along with his drunk flirting tactics until he asked if I wanted to come back to his place.

Of course, for my plan to work, I said yes. I was sober enough to where I could drive so I suggested I would follow him and he cautiously agreed, probably thinking his catch of the night would ditch him along the way. Oh how I wanted to but, revenge is just too sweet.

His house wasn’t far and too say I wasn’t a little impressed by the size would probably be a lie. I stepped out of my car, almost fully sober now, and followed him into the house. I could hear the sounds of a loud video game and some yelling from somewhere in the large house.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asked and I thought about not being able to remember this but I honestly wanted to.

“No thank you.” I said politely. He made himself a quick drink, chugged it then dragged me up to his room. I glanced around and it definitely suited him. Posters everywhere along with a smaller drum kit in the corner. I was about to comment on it but I was stopped by lips crashing into mine.

I felt the feelings I had left behind so many years ago slowly make their way to the surface but I had to surpass them. I couldn’t let them get in the way!

I allowed myself to let go, but still stuck to the plan. It was getting heated, almost like the last time this happened, and I got into it. There was no speaking, foreplay or stopping; a classic one night stand.

Only this one night stand would be one Michael Christopher Fuentes would surely regret.

Notes

welp... last update of the night!
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