I said with a laugh as I answered her video call, the girl with the fun hair turning around to eye me for only a second before she kept walking.
“Wait, what? Cockblock? Where are you?” She narrowed her eyes and moved her head as she tried to see around me.
Unlocking my front door, I stepped inside and locked it behind me. “Home. But there was a girl I wanted to meet, and you ruined it.”
I tossed the food I’d just bought onto the counter and plopped down on the couch, holding the phone in front of my face.
“Oh, you were trying to replace me. Good thing I called.”
She smiled, and it made me smile back. I really missed having her here.
“What are you wearing?” I asked, squinting at the bright blue T-shirt.
“It’s a team shirt. Chance has a game, and I like to be supportive.”
“Does it have his name on the back?”
“Of course it does. What kind of girlfriend do you think I am?” She moved around, so I could see the back of the shirt, but it didn’t work. Everything turned into a blurry blue blob instead. “Anyway,” she said as she walked around her place, “I just called to tell you that Chance talked to Mac today.”
There was no way I could hide the surprise on my face. “Shut up. He did? What’d he say?”
Her face contorted a little, and her eyes pulled together. “Basically, he told Mac to pull his head out of his ass and talk to you.”
I pondered this information for a minute.
“What’s wrong? I thought you’d be happy,” Danika asked, making a pouty face.
“I don’t want Mac to talk to me because Chance told him to. I want him to WANT to talk to me.”
She rolled her eyes all dramatically. “Oh my God, Sunny. He does want to talk to you. He said he turns stupid whenever he sees you—or something idiotic like that. Whatever happened to him freshman year really messed him up, I think. He has trust issues. And I overheard Chance saying something about his dad, but I don’t know what it was exactly.”
“That doesn’t give him an excuse to be shitty to me,” I argued because it was true. As much slack as I was willing to cut Mac, I didn’t want to be treated like crap in the process. I hadn’t done anything to deserve it.
“No, it doesn’t. I totally agree.”
“I’ll let you know if he reaches out,” I said in a sarcastic tone because I wasn’t going to hold my breath or anything.
Danika nodded her head before telling me she had to go and ended the call. Her face disappeared, and I sat there for a second, holding on to the phone before remembering that I had food waiting for me.
I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening cleaning my apartment and organizing my baking drawers. I liked all of my things to be in just the right place. And even though there was no one else around to mess it up, sometimes, I was the one who ruined my perfect order.
Everything I did only served as a slight distraction. I kept checking my phone like a crazy person, making sure it was turned on, the battery hadn’t died, or that it wasn’t on silent. But Mac never texted. Or called. Or emailed. Not that he had my email address, but still, he could have found it if he looked hard enough.
And I kicked myself every time I logged in to social media and checked his profile for updates. There weren’t any. But that didn’t make me any less anxious. At least when he was posting in his stories, I knew what he was doing and what he was up to. His silence only made my mind go into overdrive, making up all kinds of reasons as to why he wasn’t posting in the first place. Most of them involving girls, like the one I’d seen walking out of his room that night.
Speaking of that girl, I thought to myself as my finger hovered over the list of people he was following on the app. It was a way smaller number than how many were following him, so I pressed it, looking for her face as I scrolled down the list.
Aside from a handful of girls, myself included, Mac was following mostly other baseball players and baseball-related profiles. The girl from the party wasn’t one of them. I wanted to throw a freaking celebration for that tidbit