Page 45 of One Nightstand With My Ex's Uncle

EMILY’S POV.

“What do you want?” I asked, angrily, and she smiled.

“Have you forgotten I can make you do whatever I want? I came here to give you an order, but I heard you saying something rather interesting instead.” She said, going to sit on my bed, with a bounce.

“Why do you have to be the one to overhear everything? This is no longer funny, Sadie. Why couldn’t you just wait for me to return to the breakfast table before asking for whatever it is that you want?” I asked, and she giggled.

“Why do you like to think out loud? I mean that’s what our minds are there for, right? To think. We think with our minds, and not our tongues, Emily. Why wouldn’t I overhear things I shouldn’t?” She asked, still smiling.

“This is odd. Why are you smiling instead of snapping some harsh reply back at me?” I asked, and she giggled.

“Well that is because I discovered something that would actually be really fun to do. I mean, I’ve watched this stuff in so many movies, but haven’t actually had a chance to practice it. Now, I think I have a chance.” She said, and I felt wary.

“What is it?” I asked, and she smiled.

“Actually, to be honest, you should be honest with yourself. There’s only one reason why you’d be thinking of someone continuously without being able to control it. Even in situations when you’re trying to be serious.” She said, and I began to wonder what adults would do when kids began to sound like them.

What she was trying to say was so obvious.

“So you’re trying to say only love can make a person think continually of another? I can totally tell from your face.” I said.

“Yes! When you love someone, you can’t stop thinking about them.” She said, and I couldn’t help laughing.

“You’re just Eight, Sadie. Act your age. You know nothing about love. How can I love a person I barely know? That’s preposterous.”

“Then how do you explain love at first sight?” Sadie asked, and I found my eyeballs rolling to the ceiling like they would find answers there.

“Well, uh… I didn’t fall for Lucas at first sight.”

“That’s the point. If a person can fall in love within a few seconds, then how much more a few days? That’s the first sign of liking someone. Being unable to stop thinking of them. Actually, I agree that you can totally like Lucas. John’s a jerk. The biggest jerk I know.

“I disliked him big time starting from the day I brought my friends to our garden to show them the dandelions I planted, and there he was, sleeping with a lady on the dandelions I planted. It was disgusting, and it was broad daylight. My friends screamed.”

“What? When was that?”

“Maybe a year ago? I don’t remember much.”

“Wow. This jerk’s a cheat. You mean all this while… damn.” I spat. What was wrong with me? I knew already within me that he wasn’t new to cheating, so why did I feel so hurt?

Maybe it was because this was a confirmation.

I began to pace around the room quickly, feeling like I’d burst if I didn’t do something. It made me mad. He had been cheating all along, and was probably going to continue when we got married.

What a nice plan he had there.

“Jeez. If only there was a way to hurt that son of a…”

“Once again, you’re thinking out loud, but I do have an answer. I love stuff like this. Revenge is something I’d bond with my enemies for.” She said, and I sighed. What was an eight-year-old doing in my room, while I was feeling really shitty?

“You can hurt John easily. He acts all high and mighty but it won’t take you two seconds to hurt him.” She said, and I couldn’t believe I was about to take advice from her.

“How?” I asked.

“Take a selfie with Lucas, allow me to upload it where he’ll surely see it, and he’ll be boiling to rush down here.”

“No.” I said.

“No? Are you actually serious? The only way to make John jealous, and even hurt, is to show him that you don’t need him, and don’t care about him. He still thinks you’re that same girl deep inside.” She said, and it creeped me out to hear how mature she sounded.

“How else do you think you can hurt him? Of course, it’s to move on, and forget about him, and who’s the best person to move on with? Lucas.”

“No, no way, Sadie.”

“It’ll drive him crazy.”

“Impossible.”

“He’ll be like a mad bull charging at the wall with his horns.”

“No, thank you, no. That’s petty.”

“He’ll want you back, apologize, and realize he lost something he could never get again.” She said, smiling, and that was enticing, but I wasn’t about to get tangled up in her game.

“No. Seriously, thanks.”

“Well, okay.”

“I just don’t want another Granger. Being with Grangers is the worst thing that has ever happened to me.”

“I’m a Granger.” She reminded me.

“Yeah, and it feels so weird talking to you. You’re like eight, and I’m like… have you gone so low as to pour out your troubles in front of a mean, eight year old who probably has ‘ulterior motives’?” I said, stressing my last two words, and she burst out laughing.

“You’re actually very funny, you know that? I’m just bored, okay? But what’s wrong with the Grangers? We’re a family of wealthy and handsome and beautiful people.” She said, and it was still so hard to believe I was talking to her.

I sat on the ground in front of my dresser.

“John’s a Granger. Look what he did. Lucas is another, look what we did…”

She began to giggle.

“I can’t help but emphasize that you said ‘we’ and not ‘he’.”

“Well, he’s John’s Uncle, and it’s so damn weird talking to you.”

“So what did the rest of the Grangers do to you?” She asked, and I smirked.

“Mean, sassy, disrespectful, proud, sneaky…”

“Wait, why are you staring at me?” She asked, bending to the side.

“Because we’re both conversing.” I retorted, even though I was talking about her.

“It feels like you’re talking about me.”

“You’re just guilty.” I said, with a shrug.

“Well, I’m bored. Life here is so boring, and you’re my chance of getting less bored. Do you perhaps know Kitty in To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before? The Jenny Han novel? Do you know what she was famous for?” She asked, with a sly smile.

“No.”

“Well, she’s known for matchmaking, and I’m about to be her.” She said, tucking her hair behind her ear.

“What?”

“I mean I’m matchmaking you…”

“No. Stop, don’t say it.” I said, and her smile only grew wider. I already knew what she wanted to say

“And…”

“I said stop it. You’re not funny. Don’t make life harder…” Did she think my life was a movie she could direct?

“Lucas.” She said, and looked like a devil at that moment.

“No.”

“I’m using my boss card.”

“What boss card?”

“You and Lucas slept together, so you broke off the engagement with John. Now, deal or no deal?”