PAULINE POV
Couldn’t believe Dina and Tina put on that s**t show.
Wasn’t Jessie enough drama for an entire year?
Apparently not. The drama gods were feeling generous lately. Or maybe I’d pissed off some ancient spirit of high school vengeance.
Either way, I was exhausted and horny and dangerously close to fake-murdering someone with a spatula.
The only good thing that came out of that little spectacle—besides me claiming my boys like a queen claiming her throne—was the quiet that followed.
Rett and Robert stuck around after the lunchtime battle, helping me and my dad close up. They didn’t even flinch when the soda machine exploded sticky cola everywhere. Robert just muttered something about "vengeful carbonation" and handed me a towel.
My dad didn’t say much, just gave them a few n
