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Chapter 1: Second Chance

Riley Williams jogged down the hall towards Vince McMahon's office. She was already late, forgetting another important meeting until it had already started. She was always rather forgetful, missing meetings, matches and tapings before; it was nothing new to her. This meeting though, it was important. She was twenty minutes late, Vince McMahon was waiting, wanting to speak to her about her future at the company.

Sure she was a decent wrestler and the crowd loved her, but her missing tapings and matches was unacceptable. He wanted to make it clear to her that if she was going to continue to disregard the time slots she was supposed to fill, there were going to be consequences. It wasn't a secret to Riley, she knew she was in trouble.

Now she kept jogging, not running for fear that she would trip or run into something, so she jogged. She passed Punk's little Nexus group and stuck her tongue out at them like a four-year-old would. She then ran past The Miz, who was stroking his belt with his smug smirk plastered on his face. She scrunched her nose at him, thoroughly disgusted at his championship.

"Riley!"

As soon as she heard her name, she slowed down to a fast walk and fell in stride next to her good friend John Cena who let out a smile, knowing full well that she was late for something. Riley was the girl who was always running places because she was always late.

"What's up Johnny?" She asked, not wanting to just blow him off but not wanting to be much later for her meeting.

"I just wanted to tell you that Loverboy is looking for you. Again." John said, a huge grin on his face.

"John Cena! Wade and I are just friends!" She argued back, glaring at him.

John stopped walking dead in his tracks and stared at Riley in disbelief. Not for firing back at him but for the sole reason of her walking right past Mr. McMahon's office. Riley followed his gaze and her eyes landed on the half open door. She dropped her head, attempting to hide her blush.

'Go get 'em Tiger!" John hollered, watching as Riley extended her left hand above her head as she stepped away from him.

Seconds later, Riley gave him the finger, the door shutting soon after. He let out a snicker and turned around, heading right back in the direction he came from.

Riley sat across from Vince McMahon who did not look pleased at all. His eyes were glued on her, Riley refusing to meet his gaze. He cleared his throat rather gruffly, forcing Riley to finally lock eyes with him. He pointed to the clock; she was exactly twenty-three minutes late for her meeting that had to do with her being late for a lot of other things.

She bit her lip in anticipation, waiting for him to just tell her she was fired, totally deserving it. She wouldn't put up much of a fight. Instead of firing her though, Mr. McMahon slid a piece of paper across his desk towards Riley, his eyes were daring her to read it.

Riley hesitated for a second before starting to eye it, slowly realizing exactly what it was. She was about halfway through it when she stopped reading and looked up at him, meeting his face, unable to read his expression.

"Sir I can explain-"

"No need Riley, the paper says it all. What I don't understand is why you didn't just tell me in the first place, I could have made arrangements for you."

"I didn't want anyone to know sir, you have to understand!" She pleaded with him.

Vince McMahon pulled the sheet of paper back and held it in front of him, his eyes staring at it, trying to figure out which words he wanted to use in order to not hurt her feelings too much.

"You've been dealing with this without medication, correct?" He asked, she knew he already had the answer.

"Yes sir." She tried to remain confident but her voice came out shaky.

"You've also neglected your psychosocial therapy?"

"Yes." Her voice was now barely louder than a whisper.

"Fortunately for you, I have decided to let you keep your job, but on one condition."

Riley let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding and looked at him, forcing back a smile. No matter what the condition was, she was still a WWE Diva and nothing was going to change that.

"If you miss another match or meeting or taping, I will be forced to take action. I can't force you to take your medication and I can't force you to go to your therapy but I can take away your matches until you do. Is that clear Williams?"

Riley nodded her head yes furiously, a huge smile on her face. She stood up from the chair and turned to leave. She had reached the door when he cleared his throat once more. She slowly turned her head to face him.

"I won't tell anyone, unless you break the rule. I can at least respect the privacy of my favourite Diva." He flashed her a small smile, barely long enough for anyone to notice.

Riley pushed herself out of his office, a huge smile still on her face. She pulled the door shut behind her and leaned against it, catching the attention of a few passing superstars. She didn't care if they thought she was weird from grinning like an idiot, she was just happy to have kept her job.

Taking in a deep breath, Riley stepped away from the door and headed down the hall, not at a jog, just at a walk, she wasn't late for anything else at that moment.

John Cena's gaze locked on her as she sauntered down the hall, walking straight for him and Randy Orton. He curled his lips into a smile, Randy no longer talking to him but also smiling at her. She finally reached them, wrapping her arms around Randy first, hugging him tight, then hugging John.

"How'd it go?" John questioned, dropping his arms at his sides and staring at her.

"I get to keep my job!" Riley squealed, grinning at them.

"How did you manage to bullshit your way out of getting fired again?" Randy asked, glaring at her in disbelief. He thought for sure this was her last chance.

"Oh I have my ways Randy." She continued to grin.

"Riley, did you go see Loverboy yet?" John asked, breaking into the conversation.

"What are you talking about?" Riley asked right back, a look of confusion taking over her grin.

"I told you before you went into Vince's office that Wade was looking for you." John stated, stone cold serious.

"Did you? I don't remember that."

"Well at least I'm pretty sure I told you. You should go find him, he was pretty adamant on talking to you."

"Um okay. I guess I'll talk to you later then?"

John and Randy simply nodded to her. Riley crossed her arms over her chest and brushed past them, heading down the hall towards catering. She figured catering would be her best bet to start with, maybe she'd fine a Corre member there at the very least, ask them where Wade was.

Riley stepped around the corner, looking around the catering room. Her eyes caught sight of Cody Rhodes talking to Drew McIntyre as well as Laycool joking around with Melina. Riley looked between the two conversations and continued to make her way towards the side of the room.

She nabbed a finger sandwich as she approached the tables and nibbled on the crust. Her nose scrunched up at the sight of Kofi Kingston. She didn't necessarily dislike him, she just preferred him to not have the Intercontinental Championship. It didn't matter that he was a crowd favourite, Riley couldn't stand him and his incessant 'Boom Boom Boom'.

Leaning against the wall, her glare fixated on Kofi Kingston, she pushed the reason she had come to catering to the back of her head, settling on glaring at the man halfway across the room.

Riley jumped away from the wall a few minutes later, the living daylights scared out of her. She turned around and moved her death glare from Kofi Kingston to Wade Barrett. He most definitely towered over her, being at least a foot taller than her but she was never scared of him. She wasn't scared of anyone. Being scared involved having an attention span that lasted longer than a goldfish, Riley had figured that out at a young age.

"Sorry Riley, didn't mean to scare you." He stated with a sheepish grin.

He was clearly satisfied with scaring her, whether he said he was sorry or not, Riley knew he was pleased with himself.

"You didn't." She lied through her teeth, hoping he would humour her.

"Who were you staring at anyways?"

"None of your business Wade!" She barked back, setting her half eaten sandwich on the nearest table.

He let out a chuckle and motioned for her to walk with him. He stepped away from her, gaining a bit of a lead on her. She took a step in the same direction but stopped when Kofi Kingston caught her attention once again. She just stood there, glaring at him, completely forgetting what she was supposed to be doing.

It was only when Wade stepped between her and Kofi Kingston that she even knew where she was. She turned her head away in embarrassment; Wade lightly grabbed her arm, pulling her behind him as he wandered out of catering.

"Bloody hell Riley, didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to stare?" He asked with a laugh.

Riley pursed her lips at him, not wanting to admit that yes, her mother had indeed told her it was rude to stare but she would never be able to actually follow through with that. Her attention deficit disorder was harder to control without medication than she ever could have imagined but she didn't like who she was on the pills.

"Shut up Wade, just tell me what you want."

"Well, the draft is coming up and I've heard rumours about where you're going to end up and I mean, Cena and Orton could probably pull some strings."

Riley's gaze was elsewhere, totally not looking at him at all. Instead, Riley was staring down the hall, her eyes were stuck on CM Punk. She was watching him as he chatted and laughed with David Otunga about how the New Nexus was all for some 'faith' bullshit. Riley hadn't exactly liked him, not since he caused Wade Barrett to be exiled from his own group.

"Earth to Riley!" He snapped his fingers in front of her face, she instantly looked at him.

"What?" She snipped.

"Just never mind Riley, I guess draft day will be a surprise for you after all."

She had no idea what he had been talking about or why he suddenly seemed so sad about it. She didn't blame him for getting frustrated or upset with her sometimes, if the roles were reversed, she would be smacking him the second he spaced out.

"Sorry." She retorted, a slight edge to her voice.

Sure it wasn't a life threatening illness, or even a contagious disease but Riley Williams was not about to let the WWE Universe learn that she struggled with ADD, at least not yet. Sometimes, she wished she could just tell Wade. She didn't like having him upset or mad at her for something she couldn't control.

"I'll see you later." Wade said sadly, walking away from her, his shoulders drooping slightly.

"Bye Wade!" She yelled after him, throwing a smile on her face.

Riley lifted her hand up, ready to wave at him and spotted the watch on her wrist. She had a practice match in just over an hour. Maybe, just maybe, she'd be able to keep her promise to Vince and be on time.

Riley turned on her heels and took off skipping down the halls, a smile plastered on her face. Wade turned around and caught a glimpse of her. Sometimes he loved her childish passion for life, other times he just wanted to shake her. It was becoming really hard to love the girl who clearly had trouble focusing on him.

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