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Anyway, here comes the next one. I quite like how it turned out, so hopefully you all do too. I'm interested to know what you think happened between Sofia and Wade in the past, so let me know in your review!


Chapter 2 – Leave Me Alone

Later on that night, I sat curled up in the middle of my hotel room bed, my eyes on the television as a chick flick flashed across the screen... but honestly, I was paying absolutely no attention to any of it. I let out a small sigh as I pulled my legs up towards me, wrapping my arms around them so that I was sat in a ball.

Why was my life so darn complicated? Why was there something that always seemed to go wrong? And nearly every single time that something did happen, it was to do with the opposite sex. Sometimes I wondered why I even bothered with guys in the first place.

"Okay, what the hell is wrong with you?"

My thought's disappeared like a burst of a bubble as my head shot to the side, and my eyes grew wide as I noticed Gail staring my way from her own bed, her eyebrows raised and her hands on her hips.

"Umm..." I mumbled, slightly frightened from the look she was sending me. She looked so pissed off that I hadn't been listening to whatever it was she'd been saying a few moments earlier.

"You've been like this all night, Sofia Lopez," She shook her head, and I knew she wasn't happy when she called me by my full name, "What's going on with you? Did you have an argument with the secret guy, or something?"

I sighed to myself, my eyes trailing back to the television. I wish it were that simple. An argument with Randy would have been the last thing I had wanted at the beginning of this day... but after what had happened, I'd have taken that over this, any day of the week.

"No, it's nothing to do with that. Really, I'm fine... just tired, I guess."

"Tired? From your one promo? You didn't even have a match."

I shot her a look, wondering how she always managed to find her way around what I was saying. I hated her for being so perceptive about everything.

"Yes Gail, from my promo," I answered, wishing she would just shut up and keep watching the movie so that I could go back to my thoughts, "Can we just drop it, please?"

"Fine, whatever," She sighed, throwing her hands in the air as she made herself comfortable on her bed again. I turned back to look at the screen, and every now and again noticed from the corner of my eye that Gail was peering my way. I guessed it wasn't going to be long before she said something to me again, and I wasn't wrong. "So... did you see Justin today?"

I winced, turning my head away so that my best friend couldn't see that the simple name of the NXT guy she liked had gotten to me. It wasn't him, not in the slightest, but the memory of seeing him today with a certain someone else was the thing that was bothering me.

"Umm, yeah, actually... he's South African, right?" I asked, coughing a little as I tried to get rid of the awkwardness in my tone. The last thing I needed Gail to know about was what had gone down earlier.

"Yes, isn't his voice just... beautiful?" She grinned brightly as she realised I'd seen him, and despite everything, I smiled ever so lightly. The first thing I'd heard was Justin's voice, and I had to admit that it was pretty cute, as was he. "And it matches him perfectly."

"Uh-huh, he's a nice guy," I nodded her way. I hadn't been able to spend much time with the guy, but he really did seem like a decent person. At least Gail managed to pick the right men.

Another sigh escaped my lips as my friend began to tell me what she knew about Justin so far, but once again my thoughts were elsewhere. I wanted nothing more than to listen to her, to gossip, to do anything to keep me from thinking about what had happened in the canteen... but no matter what, I still managed to replay it over and over in my head.


"Sofia?"

"W...Wade?"

The two men who were with the man in question stopped their conversation and turned to the pair of us with frowns, wondering who exactly their friend was talking too. They'd barely even noticed that someone else was in the room, so when they realised who exactly Wade was speaking to, their eyes grew wide. They most likely wondered how the guy beside them knew me personally, the women's champion...

I just wished they didn't know anything, at all.

"What... what are you doing here?" I asked, my eyes as wide as saucers as the three began to walk towards me. I dropped my apple down on the table and stood up, all three of the men towering over me as they reached my side, but I didn't care. My eyes were on one man, and one man only.

"I'm here for NXT, you know, the new competition..."

"I'm not stupid, I know what it is," I shot back, menace in my voice. I could see the two men on either side of him begin to shuffle awkwardly. I was sorry that they had to be here for this. "How can you be a part of that and I didn't know about it?" I shook my head, mentally hating myself for not looking up information about the new wrestlers. If I had done so, then I would have been prepared for this, prepared to see him again after all those years...

But I was pretty sure no matter what; things would have still gone down this road.

"I don't know," Wade shrugged my way, his eyes cautious as they found mine, "Looks like Fia hasn't been doing her homework."

My heart stopped at the sound of the nickname that he and he alone used, and I knew I had to get out of this situation as soon as possible. I'd been dreading this day ever since I had left England all those years ago, because I knew it was bound to happen... but what I should really have been doing was preparing myself for it, because this was without a doubt one of the hardest things I'd had to face since... since what happened between us before.

And I couldn't even tell anyone what that something was. I was too ashamed of my past, too scared of what memories would return if I ever mentioned what had happened again.

"Ahem," One of the men coughed uncomfortably, and my gaze finally left Wade, turning to see the redheaded guy staring my way, "Sorry to interrupt guys, but urr... you two know each other?"

I could feel Wade's eyes on my face the entire time, but I refused to look his way. I didn't want him to see how I was really feeling right now, and I knew that although my face was set in stone, he'd be able to pick up on it. He always had been able to...

"I'm sorry, man, where are my manners?" His English accent spoke up finally, and a shiver ran down my spine. It had been so long since I had heard that voice, but it definitely wasn't long enough. "Heath, Justin, this is Sofia Lopez."

Wade pointed to each of the men beside him and I instantly felt bad for the awkward smiles they sent my way. I nodded towards Heath, sending him the best smile I could, before my eyes found Justin. No wonder Gail had a thing for him, he really was cute...

I shook my head, mentally rolling my eyes at myself. The reason I was where I was at that exact moment was because I'd found this big lump in front of me cute all those years ago.

"If you hadn't guessed already, we know each other from when we both lived in England," Wade raised an eyebrow my way, and I knew he was referring to my accent. It wasn't what it used to be, but there was still definitely proof that I was English. My parents had moved over from Spain only a few months before I was born, so although my name and looks were very much Latina, everything else about me was one hundred percent British. "We met in RQW, Soph had been there a couple of months before I started so she helped me out when I first joined, and urr, and then..."

"And then nothing," I interrupted far too quickly, my voice a yelp. There was no way I was ever going to allow him to finish that sentence. Nobody around here could ever know the end to that story. "I moved to the US and here we are."

It was pretty obvious that neither Justin nor Heath believed what I had to say, but they kept quiet. They both nodded their heads my way, plastering on fake smiles as they looked between myself and Wade.

"That's cool, man," Justin spoke, looking up to the man beside him with a smirk, "How come you never told us you knew Sofia?"

"Yeah, Wade," Heath nudged him with a smirk, "You could have mentioned you know the hottest Diva around."

I looked between the three men, my eyebrow raised as I wondered why I'd never been brought up in one of their conversations before. It wasn't that I wanted to have been... actually, I was more than happy that they didn't know about me, but still, I was curious. Maybe I wasn't the only one that was ashamed about our past.

"Fia... can we talk? In private?" Wade asked, completely ignoring Heath's and Justin's questions as he looked my way once again.

I could feel my nerves getting the better of me at the thought of being alone with him, with nobody else around to stop him from talking to me about what happened in the past... there was no way I could let that happen.

"No," I shook my head his way frantically, "I can't, I've gotta go get ready for my..."

"Match? The one that you don't have?" I shot him a glare, wanting to know how he knew just what my schedule was... but of course he did. He was still the same arrogant, possessive idiot that I'd been stupid enough to fall for in England. "Guys, give us a second?"

I felt like frantically grabbing a hold of one of their arms as Justin and Heath both nodded towards Wade. I didn't want them to leave me alone with him, but what could I possibly do? I barely even knew them; they'd think I was crazy if I asked them to stay.

With my heart thudding in my ears, I watched both of them slip from Wade's side and begin to leave the room. I kept my eyes locked on them for as long as I possibly could, wanting no part in the conversation that I knew the guy in front of me wanted to have.

"I can't believe you checked up on me," I finally spat, not being able to take the silence as I looked into his face. Now that we were alone, it was a lot harder to keep eye contact with him. It had been a long time since I'd been near Wade; I'd forgotten what it had felt like to have him towering over me, his big blue eyes boring into my own.

"Did you really think I wouldn't? Come on, Fia, I had to know what you were doing so I knew when I'd be able to catch you." He stepped forward, lifting a hand to rest on my shoulder, but I backed away slowly. So far I could take our conversation, but touching was definitely a no-no.

"Don't call me that," I shook my head back and forth, hating the way my voice wobbled with emotion.

Wade let out a sigh, one of his large hands lifting to run through his perfectly slicked back hair. I took the moment of silence to study him, realising how much he had changed over the years. His hair was a lot shorter, not all curly like it had been when I'd first met him. The wife beater that he wore showed off his tattoo, the once plain tribal design filled in with colour. He'd filled out a lot too; his arms, shoulders and chest looked ten times the size as they had been when I'd last seen him...

And oh god, what was I thinking? The last thing I needed to do right now was this. I shouldn't have been thinking about Wade at all right now, never mind about how good he looked.

"Fine, can we at least talk?" He asked, lifting his hands up in the air in defeat, before dropping them to rest on his hips.

"Talk? About what, our past?" I snorted, shaking my head as I backed away from him a little, "That's the last thing I want to talk about right now."

"Sofia..." Wade stepped forward, but I shot him a glare that made him freeze in place. He knew me well enough to know that when I wasn't happy, he needed to stay the hell away from me... which actually, was going to be the majority of the time now that he was around.

"God, I can't believe you're really here," I laughed humourlessly, lifting my hands to run through my hair angrily, "This can't be happening."

"Come on," He laughed lightly, and I felt like punching him in the face for it. How could he even think about laughing? Didn't he remember what had happened between us? Or the real reason behind why I had left England? "It can't be that bad."

"You're joking, right?" I asked him in disbelief, scoffing as his smile was replaced with a frown. He really was just the same guy I'd left behind. "You have no idea how bad it is, Wade."

Shaking my head back and forth, I stepped around his huge frame and began to storm away from him as fast as I could, swallowing the huge lump in my throat. I couldn't be around him any longer, not when he was like this, not with all the memories returning...

"Sofia, wait!" I heard him shout, but I didn't turn around. Instead I just shook my head, shouting back as I continued to walk away.

"No, Wade. Just... just leave me alone."