hookups | wyatt oleff

twenty ~ london

My phone blasts my ringtone for about the 10th time in the past half an hour. The song plays out, then I go listen to the voicemail.

"Hey, London. It's me again, but you have caller ID so you know who it is. God, I'm so fucking stupid. You don't need to forgive me, just please pick up. I'm so so sorry, London. Just please call me back." 

He will call again, probably in a minute or two, and I'll do the same thing. Ignore the call, but listen to the voicemail and let it make me sappy. I can't forgive him, no matter how much I fucking want to. 

"London, I mean it. This isn't funny any more, ok? Just fucking call me back."

The way he says it doesn't even sound mad. More worried, and anxious. Why would he be anxious? He isn't the one that is unaware of why the love of their life stood him up. He isn't the one that is arguing with themselves with whether or not they should even ask. I should just forget it right? Wyatt realized us going on a date was stupid, it just wasn't meant to be. Story over, right?

"London?" Oh I missed hearing him say my name.

"Hey, Wyatt." I try not to smile. I called him back, I fucking called him back.

"Look, I'm sorry. Like more than you probably think. I don't know wha-"

"I don't want to hear it, Wyatt. I called to say I get it, you didn't think the date was a good idea. It probably wasn't, so let's just forget it." I cut him off. I don't know what he was going to say, and I don't care.

"That isn't what happened, I promise. I wanted to go on our date,"

"Then why didn't you?" 

"I went to a party before and-" Why would he go to a party before? Who goes to a party before a date?

"Why would you do that?" I say it mean, I want to sound mean.

"The guys wanted me to, I don't know. I didn't plan on drinking but Jack made me and then it was all a spiral and everything I did last night was something I didn't want to do. I'm so sorry, London." Oh stop saying my name like you like me, I hate how it sounds so pretty.

"That doesn't make any sense, Wyatt. How would the king of drinking get peer pressured by the 5 foot idiot he bosses around?" I realize I should probably stop saying his name, it also sounds too pretty.

"I don't know, I don't understand what happened. I-I just really regret everything."

"You regret planning to go out with me?" I know that isn't what he meant, but I'm being a bitch on purpose. I'm making him feel bad on purpose. And I don't even know why.

"No! No, that isn't what I meant. I regret not making it to the date, I regret ever going to that party. It was a dumbass move."

"It wasn't a dumbass move... it was a dick move." And I know that hurt him. Because for the first time this whole conversation he wasn't breathing so fast I could hear it. He wasn't jumping to speak to try to apologize. He was hurt. I hurt him, like he hurt me.

"I'm not a dick, London." There's my name again. "Yes, I made a dick move, but I didn't mean to."

"And I didn't mean to fall so hard for you. I guess we all make fucking mistakes."

"But I fell for you too."

"Then why did Charlie Heaton just text me saying you kissed his girlfriend last night? Why were you drunk kissing girls instead of being on your date with me?" And for the first time since last night, I stopped pretending to be a bitch. Because he didn't jump to deny it. He stopped jumping to fix it. 

"London..."

"Stop saying my name like you love me or something."

"But I d-"

"Goodbye, Wyatt."

And right away I regret cutting him off that time. 

And right away I realize I said his name like I love him. 

And right away I wish everything was right between me and Wyatt Oleff.

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