Fair Game | Vic Fuentes

My Mind's Made Up This Time

Title credit; Miley Cyrus-Giving You Up

I heard my alarm go off and groaned,reaching over and searching for my phone to turn it off. I kept feeling around until I finally opened up my eyes. I held up my hand to block my eyes from the sun. I looked around and seen that I was in my living room. Weird. I furrowed my brows at the clothes strewn across the floor before my eyes trailed to Vic. Holy shit. My eyes widened and I shot up. Vic grunts and looks up at me before smirking. "Why hello there." I rolled my eyes and ran up to my room,turning off the alarm and getting dressed. "Is something wrong?" Vic asks now clad in his shorts once again. "Yes. There is. This shouldn't have happened." I retort coldly while packing my uniform for after Sports Center. I had practice and the studio today...Mary help me. "What do you mean?" I sighed and pushed past him with my gym bag over my shoulder. "I mean that this was a mistake. None of it should've happened. What else do you want me to say,Vic?" He scoffed and stepped in front of me. "What the hell,Tyler?! Neither of us were drunk! We were both completely sober! You can't 'accidentally' have sex with someone and be sober!" I rolled my eyes again and side stepped around him. "Well,I didn't want to have sex with you,Vic." I spat. He grabbed my arm the same way he did in that diner in Cincinnati and I froze. "Let. Go." He spun me around and I sent him a hard glare. "What do you mean you didn't want to have sex with me? Obviously,you did or it wouldn't have happened!" I yanked my arm away and stepped back. "EXACTLY! IT HAPPENED AND I WISH IT HADN'T!" His eyes went wide with surprise before he regained his hard look and yelled back,"WHY NOT?!" I gave a frustrated scream. "BECAUSE I DON'T WANT TO LET YOU IN OKAY?! I DON'T WANT TO LIKE YOU AND THE FACT THAT WE HAD SEX SHOWED THAT I COULD EASILY GIVE IN TO YOU!" Vic stared at me silently and i shook my head. "I'm going to work. Just get the hell out of here before I come back." I growl before leaving and slamming the door shut behind me. All I really wanted was to leave. Vic knew. I fucked up and told him that I let him in. I groaned and slammed my car door shut,setting my bag in the passenger seat. "Why am I such an idiot?" I sigh and turn on the radio. Just stay calm,Tyler. Don't freak out. Just drive to the station and you can let off steam at practice.

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The guys all talk about a 'very valuable interview' that was happening today and i ignored them completely. No offense to any of them,i just really wasn't in the mood for this today. I sighed as the hair and make-up crew finished me up and scurried off. I grabbed Pyna's hand before she could leave with the rest of them and smiled softly at her. She was my high school intern for the summer and was pretty terrified of everyone. She barely spoke but does a fantastic job with make-up. "Here. Thank you for helping me not look like a troll all summer." I hand her a greeting card and a recomendation letter with a ten dollar bill clipped onto it. She smiled wide and tears fell down her cheeks as she hugged me tightly. "Thank you," I grinned and returned the gesture before she let go and walked off. Iris came up and to me and sat in the director's chair. "You hear about the notorious interview taking place today?" I nod and scoff. "I wonder which of the guys are getting it. I'm betting on Steve. He's been practicing his million dollar smile in the mirror during break." Iris smirked and laughed. "Funny you should say that because it isn't going to be one of the guys. It's you." My jaw drops and I try to suppress the huge smile from reaching my face. "Seriously?!" She nods and I squealed,hugging her tightly. "You are the best agent ever!" She smiled. "I know,I know." Iris pushed me away and stood up. "Be at your mark in ten minutes. I'm counting on you,Tyler. Don't blow it." I nodded vigorously. "I won't,i promise. Thank you so much." She walks off and i sigh in content. Today might not be bad after all. I walk over to the guys,about to speak until i heard Bert say my name. That's when i decided to eavesdrop instead. It wasn't that hard to not let them see me,considering they were all six foot and I was only five one and a half. "..wait,wait,wait,what? Who in their right mind gave her the interview?" Bert hissed. "Apparently her 'agent'." Steve muttered. "Why? We all know she was only brought on the show to look pretty. It's not like we hired her to actually interview anyone." Nathan spat. "What?!" I screeched,giving away the element of surprise option. But I couldn't believe it! I was only brought on the show to help them look good?! What assholes. "T-Tyley! Hey! How much of that did you hear?" Nathan stuttered. I glared. "Enough to prove to you that I really do belong here," I marched to the interview room and faced them again. "And it's Tyler,you dumb ass." I swung open the door and walked to the position i was told to sit. I grabbed my questions and sat them neatly beside me,drinking some of my water. "Hey,Rick? Who am I interviewing?" I ask the director. He sat on his chair and looked over his clipboard. "The point guard for the Tigers. Vic Fuontes?" I sighed and correct him. "Fuentes." Of course,of all the people in the entire world,I would have to interview him. Life is so great with timing isn't it? Vic walks in and I can tell that instantly his mood drops once again and matches mine. "What are you doing here?" He asks,his eyebrows knitting together. "I work here." I retort shortly. He rolled his eyes. "No shit. I mean,why are you in here? I have an interview." I shrugged and looked over my questions. "I'm the interviewer." Vic shook his head. "No. No no no no no. No. I need another interviewer,please?" He pleads to Rick. Rick sighed. "She's the only one that is available for the interview, mister Fuentes. Terribly sorry,mate." Rick apologized,his English accent shining through. "But you must sit down." Vic groans and sits across from me and crosses his arms over his chest. "And we're live in three,two,one.." I smiled wide at the camera. "Welcome back! I'm Tyler Espinosa and we're here with Vic Fuentes,point guard for the San Diego Tigers. How are you today,Vic?" He shrugged nonchalant. "I could be better." I resist the powerful urge to roll my eyes at his immature behavior and keep the smile secure. "So,tell us about your new shoe line. The Vincent's I believe they were called?" Vic sighed and lifted up a sneaker box from beside him. "Yeah. They're coming out late next fall and they have three different designs so far in women and men's." He held out all three styles for each before putting them back. "What,gave you the idea for the designs?" I question stiffly. "Well,this girl that I used to like's favorite colors were purple,silver,and blue so I stemmed off of that and added in my favorite colors for the men's." I bit my lip to keep the angry words from flying out of my mouth. Why the hell would he mention me? That prick wants me to hit him in his perfect little face doesn't he? Most of the interview went on like this;me going on and pretending nothing has happened and Vic giving short answers. After an hour of this,I was finally fed up with his bull shit and cut the act,finally asking the question I really wanted to ask. "Why are you being such a prick?" Everyone around us gasped and were as silent as a church mouse and Vic struck back quickly. "Me?! Wow. That's real rich coming from you!" I scoffed and stood up. "I haven't even done anything wrong!" He stood up and raised his eyebrows in disbelief. "I cannot believe you really just said that. 'You did nothing wrong'?! How about how you always run away when someone shows they care about you?! Do you really count that as nothing,Tyler?!" I scoffed again and rolled my eyes,shaking my head and looking away from him. "I do not do that." We were making complete asses of ourselves on live television but didn't even stop. "Yeah! You do! You may not have noticed but I care about you,Tyler! You may not feel the same but I know that I fucking care about you and the fact that you are too oblivious to even see it,is insane!" I throw down the questions and glare at him. "Screw you! You don't care about me! You're just like everyone else!" Vic stares at me silently and sighed. "Yeah. You're too oblivious to even see what's right in front of you,Tyler. That's your problem." He didn't utter a single word after that,he just left. "Tyler,you have to go after him! The production company said if you didn't,that they were firing you." Iris informs me as soon as he slams the door shut.