Confusion. // Jyrus

Chapter 9

I woke up dreading everything that was about to happen. Of course I was excited to spend time with Cyrus, although it meant being around Walker. I tried to dress cool, but then saw my Space Otters jersey sticking out of my dresser drawer, and I decided that would be the best way to shove in Walker's face that Ultimate is a real sport.

When I hopped out of the car, I saw Walker and Cyrus by the registration booth. Walker had his arm wrapped around Cyrus' waist. I rolled my eyes and ran over to them, yelling, "Hey guys!"

Cyrus grabbed Walker's arm and tried to pull it off, but it seemed that Walker tightened his grip. He looked down at Cyrus and smiled. Cyrus gave a weak smile back and I followed them to the registration. We picked up everything we needed and started to walk over to the first hole. Walker kept his arm around Cyrus the entire time, and Cyrus looked very uncomfortable. I went first and then it was Cyrus' turn. Before he left his side, Walker leaned down and planted a kiss atop Cyrus' head, making me roll my eyes. Once Cyrus hit, an awful shot, Walker was right at his side again.

Why did I invite this kid? This was an awful idea and I wanted to leave so bad. Whenever Cyrus hit, Walker would embrace him, praising him. When my ball was near the hole, he kicked it farther away and helped Cyrus get his ball in before mine. Plus, he kept showing off and got a million hole-in-ones.

When Cyrus hit his ball into the lake, Walker just looked over to me to go get it. I accidentally stepped in the lake, getting my shoe and foot soaked. I also got the arm of my sweatshirt wet when I reached in to grab the ball while still wearing it because I'm an idiot and forgot to take it off. When I came back, they were nowhere near our hole. A family started to walk over for their turn, so I ran over to the next hole, one in a cave. There they were, their lips smashed together. Cyrus stood frozen while Walker was getting too into it. He had one hand gripping Cyrus' hair, and the other arm wrapped around his waist. Cyrus stood still, not kissing back too much, and not wrapping his own arms around Walker.

I felt my heart ache, like it was getting stabbed. I tossed the ball over, hitting Walker in the arm. He stepped away from Cyrus, who looked a bit relieved, and snapped his head over in my direction.

"Here's your ball," I said before turning and walking away.

I grabbed my phone from my pocket and asked my mom to come and pick me up. I stopped by the ice cream shop and got some vanilla ice cream with rainbow sprinkles. I sat on the bench near the entrance sliding through my Facepage feed and eating my ice cream. I stumbled upon a picture of Cyrus and Walker hugging that was post by Walker and re-posted by Cyrus. I went onto Walker's account and started stocking it. He had a lot of pictures of himself hunting and of his dogs. He played baseball, skateboarded, ad volunteered at the homeless shelter. He seemed like a nice guy according to his Facepage. But he wasn't like that in real life. Or, maybe we just got off on the wrong foot.

I was starting to see why Cyrus liked him so much. He was a good guy to the public eye, he admired Cyrus, and he's pretty cute. I should give the guy a chance.