{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
The guys and I were still in the recreation room hanging out. I hadn’t even realized how late it was getting until Milan came to get Jason.
“WYATT!? Why are you still down here!?” she shouted at me. “Oh my god! This is a disaster!”
“Babe, what’s wrong?” Jason asked her.
“Wyatt, the one night that you decide to stay up late is the one night that you needed to be in your room!” she shouted at me.
“Milan, what the hell is your problem? And where is Rylee? I haven’t seen her for a few hours now,”
“She’s in your room!”
“She went to bed?” I asked.
“Oh my god, this can’t be happening, poor Rylee,”
“Milan, what’s going on!?” I ask her.
“SHE WANTED TO MATE WITH YO
