Chapter 3: Sorry
Wade and Justin pulled the blankets over them and stared at their boyfriends. Their actual boyfriends. Heath's mouth had dropped open. He couldn't believe it. His arms were shaking; his legs were wobbly, and his eyes were filled with tears. He wanted to run, but he couldn't.
Bryan was so much calmer. He just shook his head and walked over to his and Justin's half of the dresser. Justin watched Bryan closely, "Bry…"
"I should have known, Justin." Bryan said broken, "I should have known from the day we started rooming together that you didn't care anymore."
"Bryan, that's not true. I do care." Justin choked out.
Bryan laughed hatefully, "Yeah, sure you do. Sure you do."
Bryan closed his bag after he'd gotten all his clothes out. He took one last look at Justin. Justin climbed out of bed and tried to come closer to Bryan. Bryan held his hand up and shook his head. "Bry, please don't leave. I'm sorry."
"Sorry?" Bryan laughed again, "You don't know the meaning of the word. How about this I'm sorry Justin. I'm sorry I ever loved you. I'm sorry I didn't make you happy. And I'm fucking sorry you're trying to care right now when you should have fucking cared all along."
Justin looked down. His chin trembled. Tears threatened to fall. Bryan shook his head again then walked out slamming the door.
When the door slammed, Heath jumped. He looked at Wade. He saw it. Wade didn't care. There was no sense in talking to him. No sense trying. Heath walked over to his and Wade's side of the dresser and started packing his clothes. The whole time he tried to keep the tears from falling. He looked down at the necklace Wade had bought him for his birthday. He pulled it off his neck and threw it at Wade's head before making his way to the door with the rest of his things.
"Don't be that way, Heath." Wade whispered.
Heath shook his head, "Fuck you, Wade. Fuck you and Justin both."
"What about the Corre, Heath?" Wade asked cocking his head to the side.
"I'm getting paid to be apart of that, so that is none of your concern. I may have to work with you, but I don't have to have any other part of you, Wade Barrett." And with that he was out the door before Wade could say another word.
Wade sat back down as did Justin. They looked at each other. Justin shook his head, "What the hell were we thinking?"
"Wait a minute, you liked every second of it." Wade said gruffly.
"When I still had Bryan, too. At least he's not always rough with me." Justin flicked Wade a look then looked back down at the floor.
Wade shook his head, "You're such a priss."
"Fuck you, Wade. This was your idea and I was persuaded by pretty words and your fat cock. Too bad that's all you have working for you." Justin spat before walking into the bathroom and slamming the door.