NASCAR One Shots

There is only one person I need to listen to me

Prompt: Austin's been distant and suddenly pictures emerge on twitter that change everything? Or does it?

Tw: Mentions of cheating and some cursing.

You roll over and see that Austin's side of the bed was empty. You shake your head with a sigh. You knew he had meetings all day seeing as the race was later but he usually always woke you up to say goodbye. You lay awake and stare at the ceiling. He's been so distant the last two weeks and you didn't know why. He's always working then comes home and sleeps then the next morning he's gone again. You turn and grab your phone frowning when you see he hasn't even messaged you something he usually did. You sit up and slide though the notifications stopping on a imessage group that was created. It consisted of you, Ryan Blaney and his Girlfriend.

YRB: I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. He better hope I don't see him today.

Gia: Yeah we're really sorry. If you need anything you can always call. Our guest bedroom is open if you need it.

Frowning again you message back

You: Find out what? What's going on??

You wait for a few minutes and when you don't receive an answer you slide out and text Austin.

You: What's going on? What are Ryan and Gia talking about?

Again you don't receive an answer right away and you sigh once more, swinging your legs around the edge of the bed. You close out of iMessage and click onto Twitter and just then you know what everyone was talking about. As soon as the app opens you see it. Right there in front of you. Austin and another girl. Your hand flies towards your mouth and your phone crashes against the floor. You stare at the blank wall in front of you for a moment before rushing to grab your phone. There were two pictures. The first one was him and her really close up heads laying against one another. The second one was further away and you almost wish it wasn't. From this angle you can see that they both don't have shirts on and are only covered by a blanket. You didn't realize you were crying until a tear landed on your phone screen. You drop your phone once more and sob into your hands. You slide out of bed and lay your back against it sitting on the floor. With blurry vision and shaking hands you type a message back to the group chat.

You: Nevermind.

Austin walks out of the meeting alongside Noah Gragson. He's listening to Noah finish his story then he sees Blaney across the way. "Hey I'll be back. I need to ask Ryan something" he tells Noah. Noah waves bye and Cindric makes his way towards Blaney. "Hey man I wanted to kno-" next thing Austin knew he was being shoved by the shorter man. "What the hell Ryan?" He says, puzzled. " I dont fuck with cheaters. How the fuck could you do that to her. She was so down for you." Austin takes a step back. "What the hell are you talking about Blaney." He says frustration rising in his voice. Blaney whips out his phone and clicks something and flips his phone around. Austin's eyes go wide. "Where did you find that?!" He questions. Blaney lets out a disgusted laugh. "It's all over Twitter. Your little mistress decided to tell everyone." Austin shakes his head "No" he starts "no man I swear I'm not cheating that's old! That picture is at least over a year and a half old. It was before I met her!" He explains hands going to his head. Blaney rolls his eyes. " yeah right man. That's a terrible lie" Suddenly Austin feels sick "has she seen it" he whispers pain evident in his voice. For a split second he sees sympathy flash in Blaney's eyes then he's angry again " of course she's seen it dickhead everyone's seen it." Austin pulls out his phone and dials your number. He tries to steady his breathing as he counts the rings of the phone. One. Two. Three. Four. "Hi you have reached the mailbox of" click. He hangs up and dials again. One. Two. Three. Four. "Hi you have reached the mailbox of" click. He is going again. He can hear Blaney talking but he's not listening. He just wants you to answer. Three. Four. "Hi you have reached the mailbox of" click.