Wrong Game, Right Player (BoyxBoy)

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Tyrell

"Rell, ya luh boyfriend outside waiting for you." My mom said as she wakes me from my nap.

I groan. "Mama, that boy ain't my boyfriend."

"Yet." She said.

I shake my head while I get up. Mama leaves the room. I slide into my Nike slides and I exit. Walking down the hall, I turn and approach the front door. I open the front door, revealing C.K. with a Chick-fil-a bag in his hand.

A frown forms on my face as I step out. I close the door behind me before crossing my arms. "Tryna win me over with sum food?" I question, "Nigga, I can buy my own Chick-fil-a."

C.K. rolls his eyes. "Yo grumpy ass don't appreciate shit." He said.

"Correction, I don't appreciate shit coming from you." I tell him.

A hurt expression forms on his face and I can tell he was gonna fall back. However, he steps forward. C.K. takes my hand in his.

"Look Ty, I went to the club last night with Draymond, Lilac, and her sister. I had five drinks and in the video, I was on my sixth one when Kendall came onto me. My vision was all fuzzy so I didn't even see when she came into the club or the exact moment she came into our section." He explains.

"Put it on God or yo auntie finna go bald tonight." I dare him.

C.K. purses his lips as he tries not to laugh. When he forces his face back to a neutral one, he responds with, "On God. I didn't even remember what the fuck went down or why you were so mad at me until I watched the videos back."

"Videos?" I raise a brow.

"Folks are messy as hell so of course they showed you the video of Kendall and I, and not the videos of Lilac and her sister dragging Kendall and her friend." C.K. continues.

I smirk. Lilac is dat bitch.

Then, realization hits. I just saw that one video and assumed the worst. I let past trauma get the best of me before C.K. even got the chance to explain himself.

I revert my gaze to the wall, knowing damn well I'm in the wrong. "Well that makes sense." I said.

"Uh uh, you owe me an apology, Ty."

I huff. Of course he not gone let it go.

"I'm s-" I attempt, "sor-See I can't even get it out."

C.K. lets go of my hand. A sad puppy look takes over his features. "I guess I'm just gonna go home without my Ty."

He turns around. Next thing I know, I'm running. My arms wrap around his waist while I rest my head against his back.

"I'm sorry Christian. I really am. I let past heartbreak stop me from communicating. That's just how I am though. I'm used to pulling away before I get broken again." I mutter, but I know he can hear me.

A sigh leaves his lips. "You're cautious and I can't blame you, because I gave you a reason to be. I made it clear to you that I'm a player."

"But I'm a player that's tryna leave the game because the game never brought me happiness. I've been happier this past month than the last few years I've spent playing this game."

I stop hugging him and I step back, causing him to turn around. C.K. gives me a curious look. I shake my head. "I don't believe that."

"No one has ever told me about myself. Draymond, Lilac, Briana, and so many others saw me being a fuckboy and didn't say nun because it wasn't affecting them personally. You were the first one to be real with me, making me change the way I look at things. More importantly, you made me change the way I carry myself." He explains.