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Oh, look: another mess, brought to you by Ryan Baylor.
There was no way this was going to end well.
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Ryan dropped Hayes off, making sure to remind him that he didn’t have a phone at the moment so he didn’t think he was ignoring him when his texts went unanswered.
“Listen to me,” he warned him before letting him off at the front door. “You do whatever they tell you to, OK? There’s a possibility you could get tossed for this, but there’s also a possibility that they’ll let this be your one screw up. Text Mar as soon as you can so I know what’s going on. You understand? No mouthing off. ‘Yes, sir’ and “No, ma’am.’ Got it?”
Hayes had nodded before squeezing the life out of Ryan and doing the walk of shame up to the front entrance, which of course, was locked.
And who else was there to let him in but Alan.
Fucking Alan.
“Tyler Hayes,” he said, as he opened the door to let him in.
“Alan,” he acknowledged, strolling past him.
“Was wondering when you’d grace us with your presence again. Dr. Rosa was really worried about you. We both were.”
Hayes made a face. He wasn’t exactly sure why he didn’t like Alan, but it definitely caught him off guard hearing him say he was worried about him. “Yeah. I, uh…fell asleep. Out in the courtyard. And I, uh…” Hayes averted his gaze from Alan, who narrowed his eyes at him. “Fuck, dude. I fucked up, alright? I swear to God though, I’m clean as a whistle, man. Sober as a judge, all that shit. Test me right now. I swear. I…my ex-boyfriend was goin’ out with another dude and I…never mind.” He exhaled, defeated. “What kinda damage control am I lookin’ at here?”
Alan shook his head. “Sneaking out of rehab? Not a good look, man. Most people get tossed for it.”
Hayes rolled his eyes, letting his head dip forward and rubbing his forehead.
“Lucky for you though, the cameras…they’ve been, I don’t know what’s wrong. They’ve been acting wonky all day. Haven’t recorded a thing since early this afternoon, and a couple things they recorded before that just…disappeared. Weird, right?”
Hayes’s head shot up, his eyes locking with Alan’s. “For real?”
Alan nodded. “For real. And I guess since Dr. Rosa and I are the only ones who know about your little escapade, and there’s no proof that you left, I mean…”
“The fuck you sayin’, Alan? Am I…am I good?”
Alan nodded. “Now get back to your room and go to sleep so I can turn them back on please. I put my ass on the line for you tonight, kid.”
Hayes’s eyes practically bulged out of his face, his heart racing. “Y-yeah. Alright. I mean…” He turned to walk down the hall to his room, then flipped back around toward Alan. “Thank you. I, but…why?”
Alan shrugged. “Isles fan since ‘83, bud. Now, you’re gonna get yourself clean, stay clean, get back to that team, you and Kadin, and get us to the playoffs. Deal?”
Hayes smiled, nodding a few times and pointing at Alan. “Deal. Thanks, man.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Wait: did he say me and Kadin?
He started to walk away but turned back toward Alan one more time. “Did you…I mean, you said Kadin. How did you…what have you heard about Teek?”
“Jesus, kid. Have you been on the internet? Everyone’s talking about you and Kadin. And it’s not good.”
He really hadn’t been on the internet, besides for his crocheting tutorials. Dr. Rosa had strongly advised against it, given his high profile and propensity toward depressive episodes. “Let them say what they’re gonna say, Hayes. You know the truth. Just focus on getting yourself better right now.”
“Alright, I gotta ask,” Alan continued. “Did you two really gangbang a stripper on stage at a club while high on meth and total a Ferrari, or is that bullshit? That’s gotta be bullshit.”
Hayes gulped.
Great.
