him to be.
“You can goes back there, I’m sure. You know which rooms is his? Chance’s old one. The big ones,” Colin slurred, and I wanted to laugh, but I couldn’t. I was too busy choking on what was left of my pride.
“That’s okay. I’d rather not,” I said, wanting nothing more than to leave the same way I’d come in.
“Want me to tell hims you were lookings for him?” Colin balanced himself on my shoulder, almost making me fall.
“No. It’s okay. Please don’t,” I begged as I wrapped an arm around my stomach and wiggled out from under the weight of his drunk body.
“Bye, Suns. See you laters.” Colin smiled as I maneuvered through the crowd, my eyes suddenly focused on the door that led to Mac’s room.
A small light shone from underneath it, and I knew he was in there.
The door flew open, and a stunning girl walked out with a satisfied smile on her face as she pulled down on the world’s shortest skirt. Mac followed quickly behind her, his face contorted as his eyes looked around briefly before crashing into mine, stopping me dead in my tracks. He was tanner than the last time I had seen him, his muscles pulling the shirt taut around his arms. And his hair was a little longer, unrulier and sun-bleached at the ends. It all suited him. His expression softened for a millisecond before he composed himself again and continued walking. Right. Past. Me.
Like I didn’t even exist.
Like I wasn’t worth his time.
I shouldn’t have come tonight. It was stupid, and I was a fool. Mac wasn’t into me. We’d shared one phone call a few months ago, and I’d been acting like it was some life-changing moment when it clearly meant nothing to him.
I meant nothing to him.
And the sooner I got that through my head and my heart, the better off I’d be.
The Universe Hates Me
Mac
T
he party raged outside of my bedroom, and even though people pounded on the door throughout the night, I never budged. I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to socialize, and though I’d contemplated the distraction of some female attention, I realized that I didn’t fucking want it.
I was tired of the same shit. If I opened this door and walked out of it, I’d repeat the patterns I’d started my freshman year. I was over playing the same old games. It was exhausting, being this fake version of me, and I had zero energy for it anymore.
Grabbing my pillow, I pulled it over my face and fell asleep, only to wake up to the sound of my ex-girlfriend’s voice outside of my bedroom door. I wasn’t sure if I was having a nightmare or if her being here was real. I thought she graduated last semester.
“Mac, I know you’re in there. Open the door, or I’ll have someone do it for me,” she demanded.
I wouldn’t put it past her to do exactly that. Hayley could most likely convince my own teammates to remove the entire door if she asked them to.
Begrudgingly, I stood up and slowly made my way over, half-annoyed, half-curious. I still had no idea why the hell she was even here in the first place. Throwing the door open, I saw Hayley standing there in the shortest fucking skirt known to man, her long, tanned supermodel legs on display for all to see as she shoved her way inside my room and closed the door behind her.
“What do you want? And what are you doing here? I thought you graduated.” I shocked myself at how pissed I was feeling more than any other emotion. When it came to Hayley, I was never sure how I’d react. But the fact that she was in the baseball house right now when I’d thought she was long gone angered me beyond reason.
My one saving grace in having to come back to Fullton State for my senior year was that she wouldn’t be here. It was going to be the first time I could walk to classes without looking over my shoulder, wondering if I’d run into her at a party or see her pointing and laughing in my direction with all her shitty friends following suit. I was her personal jester, and the joke was on me.
I’d always wanted to hate her. And there had even been nights in the beginning of our breakup when I prayed to a god I wasn’t sure I believed in to help me get