NYMPHO BABE - MANxMAN

Chapter 21

WYATT

I can't believe this, what am I supposed to do? Should I even care? It's his life, not mine. But I care about him too much and no matter how much I'm lying about it to others, I've come to terms with the fact that I could never ever lie to myself.

"Do you want me to come over?"

"Nope, you're fine. I just feel like telling you, I dunno."

"Coop, it's gonna be allright."

"You cant say that for sure, Wyatt."

"Are you sure you're okay by yourself?"

"Yeah I'm fine. I got Shawn with me and Ingrid too." I could hear him pass the phone to his best buddy and his awesome kick-ass girlfriend who said a quick hi just to prove it further that I'm not even needed, rubbed it all over on my face I guess.

"Awesome, good to know. See you later then?"

"Yeah sure. Pray for him to get better okay?"

Before I could even utter a reply, he cut off the call and the unwanted silence that remained broke my eardrums off. Yes, my poor heart had been broken by my own mistakes and counting them would only bring it closer to its own destruction. I'm not really a feelings kind of person, like for shit. He can't do this to me it's a fucking crime!

It's been official like two weeks ago as summer's closing out fast. Duncan and Will are finally an item, a match made in heaven. I'm really over the moon for both of the new lovebirds, taking their time to be with each other and leaving me some alone time to mourn over my somewhat messed-up one. It was my first relationship, I know. I shouldn't be too hard on myself nor should I be too affected by it either but I know I can't help it.

He's the only one who doesn't know about my application. It's confirmed as well, the letter arrived a week ago and Ma discreetly brought it to me before he could even have a hint. Under his own nose, I want nothing to do with him thus distancing myself further. The others promised not to tell him either, they crossed their hearts out just to be sure.

I looked at his stack of shit in his room.

I grew up with him so why does this feel so wrong? I've made up my mind. This distance would work out best for me, way more than him. He has a perfect relationship with that smooth-as-fuck Italian dude.

I didn't feel like asking more about what happened but I got the gist of it. Someone shot him in the middle of the night in the park up the hill – it was meant to be a romantic spot for lovebirds to hang out on top of their cars, watching the full moon you get the picture right – and he instantly became the goddamn hero for taking the bullet from harming my source of sorrow so he's hospitalized as we speak.

They went out on a date night and the dude got shot? How random can that be? I mean, sure the perpertrator ran the hell out of dodge and the investigations still rolling in... yet I have this unsettling feeling in my gut. Something's definitely not right. I have no fucking idea what but something's just not quite right.

I fall on his bed, the one we had countlessly shared back when we're still kids. The scent remains the same after all these years. Both of us had definitely changed. We grew the fuck up, no rocket science shit there. I really don't wanna think about it and despress myself some more but it kept on pounding inside my brain, insistent as hell. How am I supposed to know that I can't it at bay?

I want him. I really do. Why does it have to be wrong?

"Knock knock."

I turned my head slightly to see my gorgeous sister by the door and a genuine quickly blossomed on my face, knowing fully well she would always have this effect on me. She sauntered towards the bed and jump on close, almost landing her small feet on my waist.