His words hung in the air. I looked at him, heart beating faster, wondering what he meant “A plan? What plan?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Marcus leaned closer. His elbow rested on his table, and he dropped his tone low, like the walls might be listening. “We’re going to get back at Jake for everything he’s done. That video he keeps waving around? We’re going to make our own and turn it against him. Make him wish he never started this shit.”
Bella’s eyes widened. She searched his face for any sign he was joking, but there was none. “How? Tell me exactly.”
He didn’t rush. Marcus rubbed his jaw for a second, thinking, then spoke carefully. “If Jake somehow gets that video back and tries to use it to make you sleep with him again, you play along at first. You text him, act
