Random Oneshots

Missed Calls - Caitlin Clark

Part 2
Inspired by Missed Calls by Mac Miller

Caitlin knew immediately she fucked up. She just knew. Especially when you wouldn't pick up her calls.

It's everywhere. No doubt you hate her. It was the quickest slip up. 5 minutes that just cost her everything.

You warned her over and over. Not to embarrass you. Herself!

She gets more and more anxious when you just let the phone ring. You weren't going to answer. You're probably trying to figure out what to do next. How not to take Caitlin's head off.

Somewhat maintain hers and yours image. A few days go by and she's back. She enters her new apartment in Indiana. She got it together for you. For the sake of the relationship. Until now.

To resort back to her ways when she's away from you for a few days. You had a modeling gig in LA. Visiting Kate while you were there. But you didn't miss the game. You never do.

Caitlin enters and you aren't here. She tries calling you again. She endlessly called you since it happened.

"Please pick up." She cries to herself. She fucked up bad. It just rings until your voicemail comes on.

If only she knew what you were doing right now.

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You roll your eyes as your phone rings once again. You silence it and focus back on the game.

"Juju Watkins slashing through the lane for 2." You clap proudly. You love watching basketball. Always have and always will. "And a steal from Kennedy Smith." You jump up out of your seat as Kennedy runs down the floor. You yell and clap as she makes the layup and gets fouled.

"Let's go Kenny!" You cheer and flex. She does it back to you making you laugh.

She makes her free throw and gets back on defense. Her, Juju and Kiki are going off. Points just left and right from those three. It's only 2nd quarter. Putting on a clinic.

Halftime hits and Caitlin has completely spammed your phone. Calls and messages. A few voicemails. You just delete them. You'll never listen to them.

Your publicist sent you the articles before they even hit anywhere else. They were trying to shut it down but it was already captured on social media too.

You look to the clock as the phone rings once again. No doubt she's just going to be pleading. But you are to upset and angry.

The USC girls come back out and you just mute the call once again. You just need a minute to yourself.

Because things are over. They have been for a minute.

The game starts back up.

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You walk through the door of her apartment. She springs up from the couch.

"Babe.... Where have you been?" She gets in front of you and you hold your hand up. "I'm sorry."

"Caitlin save it. Please."

"Baby no listen....."

"No because I don't get why I'm still here. You don't want just me. You can't continue to pick when and where you want to love me. You wanted to be public not me." Making body gestures and movement to get your point across.

"Now I look stupid as fuck and your name is barely being dragged through the mud. Because you are a national treasure. Greatest thing since fucking sliced bread." You move pass her.

She senses you aren't just upset with her. What the hell happened these last couple of days?

"Babe what's wrong?" She just keeps standing and staring as you rush around her apartment. You feel so fucking out of place it's ridiculous. She goes to open her mouth again but you beat her.