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join us. That’s when the fighting began. Derek flew off the handle because he wanted to take me to dinner alone. He threw a jealous fit and said he wasn’t coming to dinner. He told me to just call him afterward and hung up on me.
    I tried to shrug off the fight and went downtown with my girlfriends. I had a great time, but I wanted to spend my birthday with Derek, too. I tried to call him when we were done with dinner, but he wouldn’t pick up his phone. I figured he was still pissed off, so the girls and I went to a couple of places to hang out, and then I dropped some of them off.
    By that point it was getting kind of late and I wanted to hook up with Derek, so I texted one of his best friends, who was having a party at his house. I figured Derek was probably there and decided to head over there with my girlfriends. By the time we got there the party was winding down. There weren’t that many people left and beer was the main beverage (which we didn’t drink), so my girlfriends and I were ready to bail.
    Then I found Derek.
    He was with some random girl who was sitting on his lap.
    I had run into a bunch of his guy friends who were roaming around the party, but they hadn’t even tried to stop me from walking in on Derek. My instinct was to blame the girl and think she had pushed herself on Derek (I don’t know if that was the case here or not), but he didn’t even say “hi” to me or try to cover up what he had done.
    I was speechless. I wouldn’t have known what to do if my girls hadn’t been there with me. I was so angry I just froze. I could have stood there and stared in shock for the rest of the night.
    I was furious, but I figured we would talk about it and then he would apologize. I knew he was mad about my birthday and just trying to get back at me, but when I tried to talk to him he wouldn’t leave his friends so we could talk alone. I couldn’t believe how Derek was treating me—on my birthday! After everything I had done for him. I had been there for him on his birthday, and this was what I was getting in return?
    My friends and I left because I couldn’t take Derek being mean to me anymore. All I could think on the way home was, I can’t believe I had sex with someone like that.
    I tried to call him the next day, but he didn’t pick up. When I finally talked to him the day after, he told me that he had decided that he didn’t want to date during the summer.
    I’m not going to lie: I was devastated. But I didn’t want him to know how much he had hurt me. So I swallowed how crushed I was and responded, “Okay. That’s fine. Talk to you at the end of the summer.”
    I was heartbroken, but I was also furious. How could Derek treat me like that? I wanted to do something to get back at him. I wanted to hurt him as much as he had hurt me.
    It was going to be a very interesting summer.

FLIRTING FOR REVENGE

    Summer started and I was still boiling over with anger and jealousy. I wanted Derek to hear about me every weekend, every day, all the time. I wanted him to call me in the worst way. I wanted him to tell me that he had made a mistake. That he still needed me and wanted us to start dating again.
    Only he didn’t call.
    So I would call him—for sex. Strictly sex. I acted like I didn’t care about him in any other way. I was partying every night now. If my parents wanted me to stay home, I snuck out. I snuck Derek into my house, too, when he showed up for my booty call.
    But the booty calls weren’t enough. I wanted to be on Derek’s mind even when he didn’t want me to be. I wasn’t letting anything get in the way of my goal. I would party all the time and flirt with all the guys I met, hoping Derek was hearing all about it.
    At the time it seemed almost like a game, but in reality I was a little out of control. Normally, I never went out of my way to flirt with guys, but now I was flirting with a vengeance. I wanted to make the gossip “headlines” to be sure that Derek heard about