Hey! I'm back! I would like to thank everyone who reviewed/followed/favorited this story. This one is a bit longer than the first chapter. I also forgot to mention that the POV is supposed to change every chapter between Paige and AJ. If you get confused, the name in the title box above will typically be the person speaking. Enjoy!
Too easy. That girl is too easy to mess with. I've disliked many people, but Paige... There's just something about pissing her off that makes my day. I admit, I may have taken things a tad too far because now I'm being forced to share same breathing space as that English lunatic. Constantly...
Every day...
For a month...
What have I gotten myself into?
After I skipped away from from Paige, I went to the locker room to change out of my ring gear. Nothing too extravagant, just some bootcut jeans and a plains white, form-fitting T-shirt. I packed my ring gear after I changed, ready to go to the hotel and sleep. The new "script" (I use that term loosely since Paige doesn't follow it anyway) for this wee should be in by morning, so I wasn't too worried about it. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I sat on a nearby bench and unlocked it. No missed calls. No new text messages. I didn't feel like Tweeting anything, not that I ever really wanted to anyway. Quickly losing interest in my phone, I sat it down on the bench next to me before bringing my legs up and sitting cross-legged. I started zoning out as I thought about the match I just had. You would think I would be used to Paige escaping from my Black Widow, but she surprised me yet again. I was expecting the Paige-Turner, instead it was the Ram-Paige. But, that's fine. I'll let it slide. After all, I'll find a counter for the Ram-Paige. If she wants to go off-script, then by all means. Things get much more interesting when they aren't planned out. Maybe I could convince Paul (when he was less enraged) to let us do our own thing for a week or two. Of course, he would probably never let that happen, but it would always be worth a try.
I was brought out of my thoughts when the locker room door opened, looking up to see Paige walk in. I tilted my head a bit as I watched her. I wasn't scheming or plotting, just simply observing the raven-haired girl. Paige didn't even acknowledge my presence, completely ignoring me while she walked past me to her locker. I couldn't help but glare at Paige. I hate being ignored, but at the same time I couldn't exactly blame her. I did just get the both of us in trouble with Mr. C.O.O... Paige rummaged through her bag after she opened her locker, pulling out her street clothes, a black towel, body wash, and a bottle of 2-in-1 shampoo. I raised an eyebrow at her as she turned around. Paige noticed and rolled her eyes, piling her clothes and towel on one arm before unsnapping the Divas Championship from her waist and placing it on her bag.
"What? You said I have an hour." Paige said sassily. "I'm taking a shower." I raised my hands in surrender.
"I didn't say a word, did I?" I replied. Paige made a soft scoffing noise before walking past me to the shower area. I sighed lightly to myself. I agree with Paige that we're frienemies, but a normal friendship would be nice to have again. After my Co-Chickbuster, Kaitlyn (her real name is Celeste, but like Paige, she liked her ring name better) left, I could never really connect with the other girls like I did with Kaitlyn. Then I met Paige and things only got worse after that, especially after the brilliant decision to bring her up to the main roster was made. Over the last few months, I've actually caught myself wanting to literally strangle the life out of Paige when no one was watching a few times before. That girl was definitely something else...and that's saying a lot coming from me.
I heard water turn on and a shower curtain close. Paige must've finally gotten into the shower. I know that I told her she had an hour before I left her, but I hope she realizes that I didn't really mean it. Come Night of Champions, I plan to take back my Divas Title. I'm not going to lose my rematch shot because Paige will undoubtedly throw a bitch fit because I left her. I will play nice for now and patiently wait for my sweet, Casper-looking crumpet. I heard my phone beep and glanced down at it before picking it up and unlocking it. I had a new email from Paul. Oh, Lord...
TO: AJ Mendez
FROM: Paul M. Levesque
SUBJECT: Storyline Update
I let out a sigh of relief when I read it was just about Paige's and my storyline. Relaxing a bit, I tapped on the message.
'Stephanie has your next storyline with Saraya already planned out. As much as I want to tell you, Stephanie wants to wait until you two come in tomorrow morning and pick up your scripts.'
I quickly replied back to Paul, saying that Paige and I would be in first thing to get our script. With that done, I groaned softly and rubbed my forehead lightly.
'Since Darkness herself is in the shower, I guess I can go to the trainer's office.' I thought, standing and sliding my phone into my back pocket. My head was pounding after tonight's events, both in the ring when Paige threw me face-first onto the barricade and afterwards during our little backstage brawl that we've gotten used to having. I glanced back at the shower area, deciding against shouting to Paige that I was going to see the company doctor. It really wasn't her business anyway, so I opened the door and skipped down the hallway. Even though I wasn't in the greatest of moods, skipping was faster than walking and in no time, I was in the trainer's room getting my head examined.
...you know what I mean. Getting checked for a concussion.
After about ten or fifteen minutes, the doctor determined that I didn't have a concussion or anything serious like that, though he asked me to send Paige his way so he could make sure there was nothing seriously wrong with her either. I simply shrugged, thanking him as I stood and skipped off. I'm pretty sure the doctor was shaking his head at me, most likely thinking that I wouldn't tell Paige to go see him. I may or may not. Completely depends on Paige with her attitude. It was a short skip back to the locker room and when I walked in, Paige was standing by her locker. I could only assume she was looking for a shirt since she only had a pair of black jeans and a black bra on. I stopped in my tracks when Paige made a light growling noise. Raising an eyebrow, I cautiously stepped towards my locker.
"Everything alright?" I asked slowly.
"Fine." Paige answered shortly before digging through her bag and locker, sighing after a minute or so. "...Do you have a shirt I can borrow. I must've forgotten to pack one before I left the hotel..." I blinked, looking around to make sure she was actually talking to me. Paige rolled her eyes when I looked back at her. I couldn't help but smirk lightly. I could tell she was trying not to be sarcastic.
"I think so." I said to her, rooting through my bag. "Doc says he wants to see you, by the way." I didn't even have to glance up to know that Paige had crossed her arms.
"I'm fine. I just need a shirt so we can leave." she said with her sassy tone. I found a black T-shirt and pulled it out. Unfolding it, I realized it was my "Love Bites" shirt I had worn to a Meet-and-Greet I did hours before the Pay-Per-View started. I stood up straight, facing Paige (I was right, she did cross her arms). I tossed the shirt to Paige.
"Here you go—" I trailed off. Paige easily caught the shirt, allowing me to see a dark bruise on her pale skin right below her ribs. "...Champ..." I finished quietly. How the hell did I not notice that?
"What?" Paige said defensively, bringing me out of my thoughts. I noticed Paige tugged my shirt on rather quickly. Either she didn't like me staring at her or she didn't want me to see the bruise. Considering how short our ring gear is, I don't think Paige is uncomfortable being stared at.
"Paige, what happened?" I asked. Paige tugged down the hem of the shirt. Since Paige was much taller than me, the borrowed shirt was a little small on her.
"I fell onto the ring apron. Remember? You blew me a kiss and shoved me off the turnbuckle?" Paige grabbed her leather jacket with her "Think Again" logo on the back of it and slid it on, zipping it up to hide my logo. I really didn't care. I was still trying to process when she got that bruise.
"You were holding your head, though..."
"My ribs weren't the only thing that hit the ring apron." Paige flipped her hair out from under her jacket. She was pushing the situation to the side like it was nothing, but I was standing there dumbfounded. I really had no idea Paige got hurt like that.
"Paige, maybe you should go see the trainer—"
"I already told you I'm fine." Paige snapped. "Stop acting like you suddenly care. I told you I wasn't ready to take that fall! That wasn't completely my character." I growled in frustration.
"Damn it, Saraya! Don't start this again." Paige actually jumped a little. I don't think she was expecting me to snap back. "In this business, there is a fine line between not liking someone and deliberately trying to hurt them in the ring. That's a line I try my best not to cross because no one deserves to have their career cut short due to some petty argument backstage!" Paige was silent, unable to find the words to reply. Really, there were none. I stepped closer to her and unzipped her jacket. Paige's eyes widened and grabbed my wrists.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" I looked up a her, lightly rolling my eyes. I didn't answer her, sliding my hands out of Paige's not-so-tight grip and raised her borrowed shirt (which was already resting just below her bellybutton) enough so I could see the bruise. Paige shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably. I lightly pressed my fingers over her ribs and eventually over her bruise, causing Paige to flinch.
"Ouch!" She hissed, glaring at me. "That hurts, ya know!""I wasn't exactly expecting it to tickle." I replied sarcastically, lightly pulling the shirt hem down. "Go see the doctor. You need to make sure you didn't fracture anything." I stepped back. Paige eyes me for a moment as she zipped her jacket back up.
"Alright... I'll be back." She said before walking past me and out if the locker room. I sighed, mostly in relief, as I leaned against the lockers. I was seriously expecting Paige to hit me for touching her... This is who I get thrown into a storyline with. A short-tempered rebel with the urge to fight every five minutes.
What have I gotten myself into?
Sorry this was so long, but I hope y'all enjoyed it :) Hopefully chapter 3 will be up soon!
'Til then!
Ju$t!ce
