Page 140 of Wrong Pucking Player

Before he can finish, the door slams shut, leaving me to stare at it with gritted teeth.

The call of my name echoes as I clench my phone and head straight to the bedroom.

Just staring at the space only makes me angrier. The hollow emptiness, matched with Wyatt’s pleading calls for me, has me wishing I didn’t come back.

Nothing changed.

Nothing fucking changed.

I toss the phone on the bed and grab my gym bag. Before I know it, everything that has some sort of meaning is in the half-filled bag. It’s laughable because it’s just like five years ago. The same barely-filled bag stares back at me as I feel like my whole world is crumbling down.

I swallow the tightness forming in my throat, struggling not to panic altogether.

It’s only this internship that’s holding me back.

Maybe I can transfer?

Noticing the silence in the hall prompts me to grab my phone, bag, and keys.

Opening my door, I notice Wyatt is gone, which only makes that sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach further deepen into oblivion.

He moves on fast, doesn’t he?

Closing the door, I enter the stair exit when I hear the beep of the elevator.

“Fuck, man. What emergency do you need me for to open Mack’s place?” Leo’s grumpy voice reaches my ears.

“I fucked up, man,” Wyatt insists. “I need to talk to her, but she slammed the door.”

“That’s not a vital emergency for me to use my access card to enter her place, Wyatt,” Leo argues. “Work it out like a couple.”

“She doesn’t want us to be together,” Wyatt stresses.

“And what the hell did you do for her to finally throw the towel?” Leo shouts. It takes Wyatt aback while Leo pinches his nose. “I swear, Cyrus, sometimes you act just like your three dimshit cocky brothers! You want the world to shift its gears for you when you need it, but the moment you get what you want, you distance yourself and are in your own world.”

“That’s not—”

“You only talk to me when it has to do with Mack. Other than that, you barely say hi to me when you do see me. I don’t know how the fuck Mack tolerates your ass when all you do is fuck her, yet you can’t even make whatever connection you guys do have into an actual relationship. You say shit is complicated, that no one understands you, but everyone tells you exactly what the problem is, and you fucking ignore it!”

“I-I…”

“Don’t even bother, man. If you’re going to play victim, I’ll go right back into that elevator.”

Wyatt remains silent.

“Listen. This is the last time I’m interfering between you two. You’re an adult. Mack isn’t a little girl anymore. She’s a woman! She can defend herself and knows what the fuck she wants in life. If you can’t man the fuck up and stop wasting her time, don’t fucking bother her anymore. It’s better you two just stay friends than whatever the fuck this is.”

There’s suddenly another ding.

“Armani?” Leo gasps. “Oh, no. Don’t tell me Mack called you or something?”

“Where is she?” he demands instead.

“What do you mean, where is she?” Leo grunts. “She’s in her place.”

“She’s not.”

“She is,” Wyatt dares to speak up. “I only went down to get Leo to help me get in and talk to her.”

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