A/N: Thank you for the follows and favorites on this story. However, please review! It'd mean a lot to me. :)
Chapter 2
Her leopard print duffle bag hit the hotel room floor with a loud thud as the bed creaked from Rebecca launching herself onto it. When RAW ended, she left the arena in a quickness. She needed some rest. It was going to take her awhile to get adjusted to this busy schedule of waking up at almost 3 in the morning and not getting to bed until almost 12 midnight.
As Rebecca kicked off her shoes and rolled onto her side, trying to find a comfortable spot in bed, her cell-phone started to buzz in her pocket. She groaned in annoyance. It was 12 A.M and she had to be up in 4 hours. Reluctantly, Rebecca pulled out her phone from her pocket and glanced at the screen; the number wasn't recognizable but it did have an Ohio area code. She decided to answer in case it was an emergency of some sort.
"Hello," she answered gruffly.
"Jeez, Rebs. Quite grumpy, aren't we?" chuckled Mike on the other end. That chuckle brought a smile to her face but it quickly vanished when she remembered what time it was.
"I have to be up in a few hours to catch my flight for SmackDown, Mike."
"I know, I do too. However, this isn't a time for sleep. It's time to celebrate, I mean, my best friend of 4 years and I are about to be living our dream together! We talked about this day and night. I know you remember, Rebs."
She softened her tone. "Of course I remember."
"Now look at us; our fairytale is about come true. You know this calls for a celebration. What room are you in? I'll bring some snacks." Rebecca sighed and glanced over at the clock. No matter how bad she wanted to say no and go back to bed, she couldn't.
"I'm in room 217. I'll pop some popcorn and get the wrestling DVD's set," replied Rebecca with a giggle.
"Great. I'll be there in a few."
. . .
The aroma of buttered popcorn filled Rebecca's hotel room and hit Mike's nostrils when the bubbly brunette opened the door. As Mike stared down at her, he saw how she wasn't the same girl he had as a friend years ago. Sure, she might be the same personality wise but her appearance had changed a lot. Gone were the thick, round glasses and braces that used to have pieces of food stuck in between them. She had grown into a gorgeous girl. The more Mike saw of her, the more intrigued he became. Rebecca flashed him a small smile and stepped aside to let him in.
"I have the Royal Rumble '99 in the DVD player. You brought more snacks?" she asked as she led him inside. Rebecca took a seat in the middle of her hotel bed.
"What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't?" Mike answered with a grin. He set down a case of diet pepsi and placed the chips on the table Rebecca had put the popcorn on. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a king sized Reeses and tossed it to her.
"And you remembered my favorite sweets?" she said as she caught the candy. Mike nodded, his grin still in tact, and took a seat next to Rebecca. Rebecca pressed the play button on the remote and the 14 year old pay-per-view began to play. She ripped open her Reeses and stuffed one of the chocolate, peanut buttered circles in her mouth before relaxing on her bed. As she looked to Mike, he was completely into the television. It felt just like old times. They laughed at the same entrants they always laughed at and cheered for their favorites to win. However, they both knew what the outcome would be. The pair groaned when the chairman of the board threw Austin over the top rope. When the DVD ended, Mike turned to Rebecca.
"Did you meet Vince yet?"
"No," she said with a shake of her head. "They said whoever won would have a meeting with him and Hunter to discuss their character development."
"Well, we all know you're going to win. What do you want your character to be like?"
"I'm not sure, honestly. I don't know whether I want to be a face or heel."
"Be a face so we can tag team," said Mike with a smirk. Rebecca chuckled.
"I'll give that some thought," she replied with a grin. She looked over to the clock and saw it was now 2 in the morning. "It's really late. I guess we should head to bed now."
"Yeah. I had a great time, Rebs," he leaned down and kissed her forehead. "Sweet dreams." Rebecca stared up at Mike astonished for a moment before smiling a bit.
"Good night, Mike." He gathered up his belongings and headed towards the door. Mike turned around, looked to Rebecca and gave her a smile before leaving the room. As she collapsed onto the bed, she knew those old feelings were crawling back.
. . .
She fell in love at the tender age of 16. However, with the odds stacked against her, she knew he would never love her back. She was a beast and he was the captain of two sports teams. He was good looking, smart, nice, popular and had everything going for him. Mike Mizanin could get any girl he wanted in high school, which is why Rebecca knew she didn't stand a chance.
Unlike all the other girls, Rebecca wasn't a blue eyed blonde with the perfect curves and model height. Instead, she was dark haired brunette with murky green eyes that hid behind a thick pair of wayfares. Her dark hair was always pulled back into a slouchy ponytail. To add insult to injury, she had the worst set of braces known to mankind. Boys made fun of Rebecca because of her appearance and other people down-right ignored her. Except for one.
Mike sat behind Rebecca in their freshman Algebra class. The class had come in and everyone was settled in their seats before the bell had rang. A few moments after the bell, the short brunette came into the class in a rush. All eyes were on the late student. Rebecca stood in front of the room in embarrassment.
"Take a seat, dork. I can't see the board!" a sophomore jock yelled out to her. The class erupted into chuckles and giggles. Quickly, she scurried to her seat. Rebecca's cheeks flushed and she put her head down on the desk.
"That's no way to talk to anyone. Apologize, Joseph," said Mike as a sigh escaped his lips.
"I'm not apologizing. I didn't do nothin'."
As the class got settled, Rebecca kept her head on her desk. She couldn't bear to pick her head up and face all of her classmates. She felt humiliated. Once the teacher passed out the classes assignment, Mike stood from his seat and crouched in front of Rebecca's desk.
"Hey," he whispered, placing a hand on the brunette's shoulder. "Are you all right? Do you want to go outside for a walk?" No answer. He tapped her and still she didn't move. Sighing, he gave her a quick nudge and Rebecca's head shot up. A few stray tears strolled her cheeks as she stared up at him through her tear stained glasses.
"I'm fine," she said quietly. Mike shook his head and reached out to her. Using his thumb, he wiped the tears from underneath her eyes.
"Don't cry. Joseph can be a jerk sometimes. I apologize on his behalf."
"You don't need to apologize; you didn't do anything wrong."
"I know. But he won't so I will for him."
"Thank you, I guess."
"What's your name?" Mike asked while standing to his feet.
"Rebecca. Rebecca Lopez," she answered.
"Nice to meet you Rebecca. I'm Mike," he stuck out his hand. "You have a partner for the assignment?"
Shaking his hand, she answered, "No."
"Well, you do now." As the pair worked together on the math assignment, Rebecca noticed how Mike wasn't just great at sports and great to look at but he was intellectual, too. The ball rang and Rebecca picked her bag up from the ground. The WWE pins on it shook and made a chiming noise as they hit against each other.
"You're a wrestling fan?" exclaimed Mike, a big grin spread across his face. Rebecca looked up to him and nodded.
"Yes. I love it."
"So do I. Are you watching RAW tonight?"
"Of course."
Mike scribbled something on a piece of paper and handed it to her.
"Call me later when the show's on, we can discuss what happened. I've never met another wrestling fan before."
And that's how the love began.
