A/N: This is my first fic and I'm still learning the ropes so any advice/help would be greatly appreciated. I need a Beta (whatever that is) so if someone could explain that to me, I'd love to know. Anyway, please read!
Turn the Tables
by Raindarkmistress
Summer tightened her grip on her leather backpack as she observed Tristan pressing some freshman against the wall of lockers only two days after she had publicly dumped him at Madeline's party. He hadn't even cared enough about her to wait the usual week before getting back into single-player-on-the-prowl mode. Granted, she had only wanted him for his status. Right, she told herself, just for his social kingly-ness. Still, as she watched him and the bimbo-du-jour, she had to force herself not to admire the soft, boyishly mussed hair and the sharp, smooth jawline. God damn him. He will pay.
But how? Summer's eyes followed him as he released the all but drooling freshman and sauntered out of the building. She casually walked out the same door and spotted him sitting down in the courtyard. She raised an eyebrow as a girl joined him on the bench and began talking to him. Summer didn't know this girl's name but had heard her to be a bookish virgin. An interesting pick for a guy who usually went for blonde, buxom, and boring. Her other eyebrow joined its mate as she took in his face. The great Tristan Dugrey looked nervous. He seemed to hang on his companion's every word and appeared anxious to please her. His back stiffened at something she said and put a fake smile on his face. They talked a little longer and then the girl patted his hand before walking away. Once she was out of sight, his smile faltered and his forehead bunched. He looked hurt for a moment before pasting a guarded scowl on his face. He soon vacated the bench and headed in the direction of the parking lot. A few minutes later as Summer was walking towards her own car, she saw his convertible peel out of the lot as if crazy clowns were out to him. She smiled victoriously. Bingo.