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I wanted to hate him. I honestly did. I probably should hate him, due to all the torment he has put me through since we started high school and he joined football. But, no matter what I just couldn't. Because I knew, that deep down, he was still my best friend since age 4 underneath everything else that he had become. It also probably didn't help that I had been in love with him since age 12. I mean, I knew I wasn't extremely pretty, probably due to the fact that I was still chubby, and my breasts had yet to sprout past their 34B stage they seemed to be stuck at. The only thing I really had going for me was the fact that I had a pretty face. Big blue green eyes, plump red lips, lightly tanned skin with a slight dusting of freckles over my nose and my high cheekbones, not to mention the deep auburn hair that was naturally wavy and went to my waist. Thinking about it, I should have been shocked and highly suspicious that after not speaking to me for 4 years he suddenly asked me to senior prom, citing that he and Alanna, his girlfriend of 2 years and the bane of my existence, had broken up. But no, being the idiot and gullible, good person that I am, I agreed.
So I went home, got money from my parents and went and bought a dress. An expensive, corseted deep red one, with matching heels. The day of, I had gone tanning, gotten my nails, makeup and hair done and I sat in the living room, waiting for two hours. Finally, I had realized that he had lied. He was never going to take me to prom, he was pulling the worst prank he had ever pulled on me before in my life. I nearly started crying before my mom came over to me, pulling me into a hug, then pulling back and grabbing my face in her hands, staring me in the eyes.
"Go to prom. Do not let him ruin your night baby girl. Go, enjoy yourself, and show him what he's missing out on, then tell him to fuck off. Come home, pack, and then after graduation next week, go to Miami and start training for your future." She said, a smile on her face. I took a deep breath and nodded.
So I went to prom. I danced with random people, while he and all of his friends looked on with shocked faces. I shockingly enough, and much to Alanna's horror, was voted prom queen. I ignored them, mostly him, the entire night. When prom was over, I walked out to my brand new 2002 Mustang and drove home. The next week at graduation, though, he came up to me.
"Sam, can I talk to you for a second?" He asked. I turned from my conversation and looked up at him, crossing my arms over my chest.
"You wanna talk? Talk." I snapped, glaring at him.
"Listen Sam, I'm so sorry for what I did and how I've been treating you all throughout school, I just… I want us to try to be friends again. I miss you." Joe said. I scoffed, rolling my eyes and looking directly at him.
"Let me tell you something Joe, you were my best friend since the age of 4. We did everything together, you were even my first kiss at age 12. No matter how badly you've treated me these last 4 years, no matter how many names you and your friends called me, I still believed that a small piece of my best friend, the guy that I fell in love with for god knows what reason at age 12, was still somewhere inside of you, no matter how deeply he was hidden. I believed that no matter how mean or cruel you were, you would never do something that would be severely emotionally scarring to me. But you know what? I was being a stupid, naïve little girl because you proved me wrong last week. You asked me to prom, after being my friend for years and knowing how much that night meant to me, and then fucking stood me up. So fuck you, your friends, and anything I ever felt for you. I hate you, Joe Anoa'i. But you know what? After today I'll never have to see you again." I snapped then turned, walking towards where I would be seated for the ceremony.
The next day I was packed and on my way to Miami, where I would start to get in shape for 6 months while working at a local club at night as a bartender. After I got into an extremely good physical shape, suddenly my breasts decided to make their presence known to the world, shooting from a 34B to a 34DD overnight. I had finally gotten a body that every girl back in Pensacola would be envious of, and I had earned it with all of my hard work and my genes. I applied to FCW and a month later I had received my letter of acceptance. I started training with them for 2 years, then did independent and circuit tournaments and shows for the next 3 years, making a surprising amount of friends along the way. Somewhere between graduation and getting accepted to the WWE in early 2008 I had truly found myself, and figured out what I liked and disliked.
I had allowed my hair to stay to my waist, but I had started to dress more provocatively as well as more punk. I had gotten around 40 tattoos in the 6 years since graduation, and gotten venom bites on the bottom right side of my lip, my nose and bellybutton pierced.
I debuted in the WWE at WrestleMania 24 which was in Orlando, Florida. My family, as well as Joe and his family at the invite of my mother much to my annoyance, had all come to support me. I was to run into the ring and intervene in the Playboy BunnyMania Match and help Ashley and Maria win by going after Melina, knocking her out with a starspin (Think of a litasault but going higher and with a vertical 360 air twist.) Then allowing Maria to pin her while Ashley and some girls that were outside the ring holding off Beth.
After the night was over I was backstage changing into a pair of skintight skinny jeans, black heeled shoes with small golden spikes on the toes, and a gold vest that showed enough cleavage to be deemed appropriate and ended right above my bellybutton and contrasted nicely with my tanned skin. I had just finished brushing my hair and starting to put my things away when a stagehand knocked on my locker room door and poked his head in.
"Your family is here." He said. I smiled and stood.
"Let them in." I said before turning and putting most of the rest of my things in my bag as they walked in.
"Oh baby you did so good! I'm so proud of you." My mom gushed, running over and hugging me. She pulled away and looked at my outfit and rolled her eyes.
"Really Samantha, can't you dress a little more appropriately?" She said. I sighed, rolling my eyes at her.
"Mom, I am 24 years old. I can dress how I want, and I like my outfit." I said, stepping around her and hugging my father, then moving onto Joe's parents.
"Oh Sammy, we're so happy for you. I remember when you and Joe were little and you guys would wrestle in the backyard and Dwayne would referee when he was there." Mrs. Anoa'i said, a smile on her face. I gave her a small smile, glancing over to Joe, who was smiling faintly as well at the memory of our shared childhood, before everything became complicated.
As if sensing that we needed to talk in private, my mother cleared her throat then looked at everyone.
"Why don't we head back to the hotel? I'm sure that Sam & Joe would love to catch up a bit without all of our prying ears." She said. I looked over and have her a thankful smile.
"Yeah, I can give Joe a ride, we are all staying at the same hotel after all." I said, looking at him. He nodded in response, his eyes not wavering from mine. I gave everyone hugs with the promise of getting together tomorrow since it was a day off to go to Disney. Once Joe & I were left alone a slightly uncomfortable silence fell over us. He slowly cleared his throat, looking around the room before speaking.
"So, you finally get to live your dream. How does it feel?" He asked, turning finally to look at me. I smiled and shrugged, looking him over. He looked good. Very toned and muscular, surely from football and constant training he was doing.
"It feels amazing Joe. Like… I never thought this would happen, you know? It's such an amazing feeling, knowing that I now work alongside the people we used to watch on TV, the thrill I got tonight, making my debut at WrestleMania, and in my home state of all places… I just, I can't even describe it to you." I said, a smile on my face the entire time. He smiled back, laughing a little bit. He then looked at me.
"You look really good Sam, you look happy too. I'm glad that you're finally doing what you love to do." He said, staring me in the eyes. I gave him a small smile, meeting his gaze before smirking.
"So what about you Mr. I just got drafted to the Edmonton Eskimos." I said, crossing my arms under my chest and smirking at him, jutting a hip out. He laughed, nodding, crossing his arms over his chest, looking at me still.
"Yeah, it'll be a change, that's for sure. I've never been, let alone lived in Canada before." He said. I smiled, nodding. I was about to say something else when someone knocked on the door before it was opened and Ashley poked her head in, looking at both of us before smiling.
"Hey, a bunch of us are going out to Emerald. You coming still?" She asked. I nodded then turned back to Joe.
"Wanna come?" I asked, smiling up at him, tilting my head to the side.
"Sure. What harm can it do." He said, shrugging. I smiled at him and grabbed my bags and my keys then walked to the door, motioning for him to follow. When we got into the hall I looked at Ashley.
"What time is everyone meeting up in the lobby of the hotel?" I asked her.
"Uh… You should have like 25 minutes when you get to your room. Matt got a limo for everyone, that way no one has to drive home." She said. I nodded as we walked outside.
"Alright. See you in 30 then." I said, waving and walking to my rental. I tossed my bags in the back seat and waited for Joe to get settled before pulling out of the parking lot and towards the hotel.
Glancing over at him as we started talking on the way back, I felt a familiar constricting in my chest and mentally cursed myself.
After years of not feeling anything towards this man, after years of convincing myself that I hated him still, I could no longer ignore the obvious feelings that had seemingly awoken in me once more.
'Fuck.' I mentally cursed, swallowing.
I was still in love with him. Great.
Author's Note: I'm not sure if I should continue this story or not, so please give me honest feedback and tell me what you think. Also, I make no promises on how close updates will be, considering I am a single mother of a 3 month old, and am looking for a job and preparing for school. I will update when I have the time, and if it takes too long in the eyes of you, the readers, please shoot me a message either reminding me or something. Thank you.