27. Voicemail

Rhett sent a voicemail twelve hours ago.

"Milo! Pick up, dude! Code red. Code fucking red. Agh. You're probably fucking your hot billionaire boyfriend."

"Agh, dude! You need to stop sucking him for two minutes and answer my calls. Code red. Code red!"

"Madelyn knows. She knows you guys are faking it and leaked it to the news. I'm so sorry, M. I'm so so sorry. Please don't hate me."

"Call me!"

Milo: Dude, what the fuck? Just got your voicemails.

Rhett: Do you hate me? What a question. I'm sure you hate me.

Milo: Why would I hate you? What did you do?

Rhett: Nothing. I swear. I was just talking to Blanche about how you're so not faking it, and Madelyn overheard me.

Rhett: The sneaky bitch. I didn't even hear her until it was too late.

Rhett: Please don't hate me.

Milo: I don't hate you.

Rhett: Promise?

Milo: Promise. I love you, Rhett. You know I could never hate you.

Rhett: God. That's a relief. Now delete that last message before your boyfriend sees it and wants to murder me. He already has one reason. Doesn't need another.

Milo: Lol. Bye, Rhett.