Page 6 of Wrong Pucking Player

I may have hated how it affected my girl, but it wasn’t long before she was taken by the next man in line.

Maddox O’Riley Wilson.

“And?” I prompt. I already have a strong feeling the douche did jack shit, but maybe after five years of not seeing my bestie, he could have gained a few brain cells and realized what a gem Mikayla was and how he fumbled the bag.

“And he left me on read.”

I knew it.

The pinch of disappointment in her voice tells me she’s not fully over him. Over the past they shared, and a few good moments in their relationship. I’ve never taken the time to really dive and acknowledge how their relationship was more toxic than anyone would want to admit.

Nineteen-year-old dating a fourteen-year-old? Grooming bullshit, that’s what.

“Alright. Give me ten minutes.”

Time to hunt that douche and tear him a new one.

“NO!” She grabs me before I can step out of her attic, the place very few got the privilege of entering. “Don’t get your brother to hack his phone to try to find his location.”

“Oh girl, we ain’t trying. I can find that man faster than an Amber Alert locating a missing kid. I’ll get his ass here and begging for forgiveness in no time.”

“Just admit you hate him more than Maddox.”

“I actually don’t hate Maddox,” I confess, which is true. Compared to Jayce, Maddox was a fucking saint.

The man truly loved Mikayla with his body, heart, and soul. You could just see it when he looked at her.

As if she was his world.

Their decision to break up was something I didn’t understand in the beginning, but after my own breakup, I finally figured it out.

Sometimes, two people have to go their separate ways so they can grow into what they’re destined to be in this world.

The real question I’ve always wondered deep within is whether those two paths will ever cross again.

“He was always the more sensible douche out of the two,” I carry on.

“That doesn’t make him sound any better,” she whines.

“Well, I’ll track his ass, too, and we can leave them to brawl it out on who the bigger douche is.”

Did I forget to mention that those two were like the ultimate rivals?

I remembered all the times my man would become ref to try to tame the peace between the two.

My ex. Not my man.

“Alexandra! Don’t.”

I’m not sure I’ve told Mikayla how much I dislike ‘Alexandra.’

Sure, it’s my legal first name on my birth certificate, but it really should be the bane of my existence and never be acknowledged.

Another reminder that I should have been a boy.

Maybe I’d be deemed more valuable to the world otherwise.

“Ten minutes! That’s all I need!”

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