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"What about tennis camp?" Drea asked as she took a bite from the grilled cheese sandwich that she and Eleanor had gone out for. It was just like the first time they'd hung out after Drea's car had 'broken down' during tennis camp. They were even at the same restaurant — which, to be fair, made a killer grilled cheese. "Did you even play tennis?"
It had been months since they'd graduated high school, but even now the two of them were still trying to de-tangle the crazy time period that had been senior year. What was real. What was fake. Who had deserved what revenge. Who was innocent.
"All part of the revenge," Eleanor chuckled. "I didn't even play tennis at all before camp. It was literally the first time I'd even touched a tennis racket."
"Seriously?" Drea raised an eyebrow. "That genuinely surprises me. You actually had like the fourth best serve there."
"You're saying I was good?" Eleanor grinned.
"More like everyone else was absolutely terrible, but 'good' could work in a pinch, I suppose."
"Bitch." Eleanor smirked.
"Takes one to know one," Drea bit back. "Okay, what about this: does your dad even restore classic cars?"
"Do you think I googled 'easy way to break someone's car' to leave you stranded so you'd have to accept a lift from me?" It was Eleanor's turn to raise an eyebrow.
"I don't know, maybe?" Drea huffed. "Don't act like you didn't do way crazier things last year than a couple of google searches."
Eleanor playfully shrugged. "You got me there. But that one is actually true, he does restore classic cars, and that's where I learned the spark plug trick. Anything else?"
"Hmmmm," Drea mused, tapping her chin in thought. "How about this one: did you even date Carissa?"
Eleanor scoffed. "Yes, obviously. She was my first girlfriend, even though it only lasted for like two seconds while at day camp."
"I still kind of feel we got revenge for nothing with that one," Drea tutted. "Like, she didn't even ruin your life. That was me."
"She still helped you ruin my life." Eleanor crossed her arms. "Not by conspiring with you or anything, but she did abandoned me when I needed her most and made everything I was going through so much worse. I have no regrets that we got revenge on her."
"Stone cold," Drea smirked. "A girl after my own heart."
"I thought I already had your heart," Eleanor mused.
Drea hummed. "Perhaps."
"Perhaps?" Eleanor questioned, her eyebrows furrowing. "What do you mean by 'perhaps'?"
"So since you were happy that we got revenge," Drea changed the topic. "Was the 'thank you' you gave me for getting her little drug shed caught genuine?"
"That was real for sure," Eleanor confirmed. "I truly did and do appreciate you taking Carissa down for me."
"What about right after that?" Drea asked, her voice cracking slightly. "Were you really sorry when we found out max cheated on me? Or was your whole speech about not having to be brave with you and how everything sucked all part of the revenge too? Did you let me pour my heart out and pretend to be sympathetic as part of the revenge, or because part of you genuinely cared?"
"This is getting a bit too serious," Eleanor nervously mumbled. "Can't it be both?"
"Are you for real right now?" Drea huffed, putting down what remained of her grilled cheese sandwich.
"I genuinely can't tell if you're actually upset with me or if you're just playing with me?" Eleanor said.
"Can't it be both?" Drea echoed Eleanor's line back at her.
"Well... Part of me was happy that you were so miserable because of the whole ruining my life and trying to burn you to the ground thing I had going on at the time," Eleanor admitted. "But I'm always going to be sympathetic when a girl is cheated on by her asshole boyfriend, even if that girl was you. And I really was starting to consider us genuine friends…"
"Thanks, I think?" Drea pressed her lips into a firm line before it morphed into a scowl. "How about this: were you really sympathetic that Max leaked my sex tape… Or were you happy about that too?"
"I—" Eleanor stammered. "I mean, no, it didn't make me happy of course. But it made me feel that I could drag you down to my level of unhappiness, which did make me feel a bit better. As my therapist always says: 'hurt people hurt people'."
Drea raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.
"Drea?" Eleanor pleaded. "Please don't be mad."
Drea turned her head away, nose pointed up into the air.
"I truly am sorry, okay?" Eleanor said. "Not for trying to get revenge of course, but for everything you went through after max leaked your sex tape."
"A lot of 'everything I went through' was caused by your revenge plan," Drea reminded her with a scowl.
"I know," Eleanor sighed. "Maybe sorry wasn't the right word. I mean, I sympathise. It shouldn't have happened. But need I remind you that what you did to me shouldn't have happened either?"
Drea turned back to face Eleanor and smiled. It wasn't wide or joyous, closer to a half-smile than a grin. "I know. I'm sorry too. Or rather, I sympathise."
"So you're not really mad at me?" Eleanor asked.
"No," Drea chuckled, finally dropping the whole 'I'm mad at you' facade. "You're my fucked up soulmate, I'm obviously not really mad. That's all in the past now, Babe, you know that."
"Oh, thank goodness," Eleanor grinned, though it soon faltered. "Though… you've asked a lot of questions about what was real and what was fake, how about I get one?"
"Alright," Drea relented, an eyebrow raised. "Go ahead."
Leaning forward, Eleanor gently pressed her lips against Drea's, a momentary peck. "Is this real?"
Drea closed the gap and kissed back, grabbing onto the back of Eleanor's head and pushing their lips together harder. "Of course it is."