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A/N: Wow! Great response! I wasn't expecting that! This story is in kayfabe, by the way.
Chained
Chapter 1: Word's Out
-Chris' POV-
Tonight's Impact sucked. I was in a great, and I mean great mood when I arrived, but then I had a match with Alex against Suicide and Eric Young, and that fucking idiot Young pinned me! Of course, I had been distracted by Suicide at the time, because god knows if I were paying attention he would never be able to pin me.
So obviously, I wasn't a happy camper at this point. I may or may not have thrown a few things around the locker room in frustration, but I had at least calmed down after a hot shower. I was definitely ready to just go back home and sleep.
I started bitching about Suicide as soon as Alex came back into the locker room, but stopped when I saw his face. He looked kind of nervous... a little pale. Almost like he'd seen a ghost. "The hell's wrong with you?" I asked, pulling a t-shirt out of my bag to throw on.
"Bro, you have a problem." I lifted my eyebrows, wondering exactly what this problem was. The last thing I want to deal with now is more bullshit.
I sighed when he didn't answer right away, looking like he was struggling with his thoughts. "And that would be...?"
Taking a deep breath, Alex looked me dead in the eye. "Dude, I overheard Taylor and Daffney talking. Blue's knocked up."
"Huh?" I sounded so stupid, but I couldn't have possibly heard him say what I think he just said.
"I don't know man. That's what they said. She's fucking pregnant! I guess they could be full of it, but I mean..." I drowned him out.
My mouth totally dried up. I couldn't control my movements as my legs immediately walked me out the locker room door, too deafened by my pulse throbbing in my head to hear Alex try to call me back.
A few winding hallways later, the girl I wanted to see was right there, eyes red from trying to cover up tears. She didn't even notice me so I had to grab her bicep to get her attention and stop her form continuing in the other direction.
Our blue eyes locked and she looked scared for a minute before she masked it with an unreadable expression. "Is it mine?"
Her cerulean eyes got wide. "How did you find out?" she whispered, but that wasn't important.
"Just answer the question." My tone was demanding and a lot angrier than it probably should've been in this delicate situation.
"No it's not." Just by the way she snapped, I could tell she was full of it. God, I've known her for so long now; does she think I'm that fucking stupid?
"And how do you know that?" I hissed, in a rhetorical tone.
Her tongue darted out to wet her dry lips and her fingers brushed through her blonde hair, the other arm slung protectively over her belly and my eyes kind of focused there until she spoke. "I just do."
That was when my head snapped up and my eyes glared into hers. "Bullshit. You just don't wanna have to tell your boyfriend what you've been doing." I had her there. She stumbled over whatever words she was trying to say, but couldn't really defend her actions there. "I want to know if it's mine. I want the proof."
"Leave me alone! It's none of your business." Bullshit it's none of my business!
"Look, don't blame me because you made the choices you made!" I growled, trying to stay quiet just in case people were around. As far as I could see we were alone, but fuck if I'm going to let this go.
"I know it's not yours, okay?" she insisted, but she was wrong. Unless she's like six months into the pregnancy already, then she's fucking wrong and she knows it!
"No you don't! You can't possibly know that! Every time you fight with him you're with me! You just don't want it to be mine." I didn't mean to sound as hurt as I did when I said that last part.
"Chris..." Her expression softened and for a minute I thought she was going to cry. It wouldn't be the first time, and I doubt it would be the last either. "It's just easier if we pretend nothing happened," she mumbled. I felt a sharp pain in my chest, but as soon as it came, it was gone.
"No! If it's mine, I wanna take care of it!" She just pursed her lips, apparently accepting my point. "There was a time when you would've wanted me to be the dad."
"Yeah, well that was before you got this ego and started acting like a prick.
-Blue's POV-
I knew everything he'd just said was true. I just didn't want it to be.
Nothing in my life had ever gone the way I'd wanted it to go. Not until I'd gotten involved in wrestling at least. Chris and I were in high school together, but didn't actually ever speak to each other until we saw each other outside of school by coincidence one day...
I walked into the Subway near the mall, trying to balance a few of the shopping bags in my hands and push the door open at the same time.
It was completely empty except for the kid working behind the counter, who was more interested in looking at the magazine in his hand than bothering to pay any attention to his only customer; me.
I walked up to the counter slowly, finally getting his attention with the closer proximity and he straightened up, putting on a pair of the required plastic gloves. "What can I get you?"
I recognized him form the hallways at school. He was one of those kids who sat in detention a lot, and got his hat or hackey sack taken away on a near daily basis. I was pretty sure he was a sophomore, but he might've been older. "Just a six inch turkey on wheat with lettuce and tomato please," I ordered and he got to work, slicing the bread and adding all the sandwich contents. As he arranged the lunchmeat, he looked up at me.
"Nice shirt. He's my favorite." I glanced down at the black t-shirt covering my chest, momentarily forgetting what I'd put on to wear this morning and seeing the WWF patented Bret Hart shirt.
"Yeah, mine too," I agreed.
"I don't really know any girls who're into wrestling. Your name's Blue, right?" he questioned as he stacked vegetables onto the turkey.
"Uh, yeah." I've never been good around guys; especially in recent years. He made me nervous because, well, he was cute. I didn't want to look him in the eyes, so I settled for pretending to watch him make my sandwich.
"That's a weird name. Guess it's cause of your eyes though, huh?" I couldn't stop it. My eyes flickered up to his own blue ones and I stared for a second, finding myself a little lost before I mustered up the use of my vocal chord once again.
"Heh, maybe. I don't know. I don't really talk about things like that with my mom," I admitted, blushing and feeling slightly uncomfortable with the fact I'd mentioned my family to this guy.
He just shrugged indifferently though, wrapping my sandwich in the paper. "Yeah I've seen you around school. You're a freshman, huh?" he asked with a little smirk, clearly aware of the answer, but I nodded in confirmation anyway. "Listen, I don't know if you're into WCW too, but me and a few guys from school are gonna get together at my house and watch tonight. You can come by and hang if you wanna."
My face scrunched and I giggled. "I don't even know your name," I pointed out.
His jaw slacked a little in realization and I was kind of shocked that his cheeks seemed to gain a pink tinge. He seemed to hold himself with such confidence. "Sorry. Uh, it's Chris." I nodded and stayed silent, not sure if going over to some pretty much strange guy's house was really a good idea, though it would be nice to actually be able to watch wrestling without ridicule from my mother and stepfather the entire time. "My parents are gonna be home. It won't be some drunk raging party or anything, I promise. You're just always alone at school... thought you might wanna make some friends."
He was very persuasive, that's for sure, with those baby blue puppy eyes staring at me. "Maybe. I'll see if I can."
"Okay." He wrote down his address and phone number on an old receipt before handing it to me with the sandwich. I pulled out some crumpled bills, but he didn't take them. "Just take it. Call if you get lost. I'll see you later."
"Thanks. And... maybe," I corrected.
"Right. Maybe."
He had been so different back then, but the same somehow. He'd always had that overconfidence, even when we were that young. But back then, he was innocent, despite his confident swagger. Now he was just as big of a jerk as Lance, though he'd probably flip out if I compared the two.
"I'm not letting this go," he assured me, and I knew he'd stay true to his word. There was no avoiding it. I was stuck. Lance was going to find out about how I cheated on him with Chris all the time. And I was going to have a bastard baby.
And if this somehow already got to Chris, it was no doubt going to be the talk of the locker room by the end of the night.
