"No," She giggled, kicking his shins and wiggling away from his arms that were trying to keep her locked on the bed on her back. She managed ti get away and quickly got on top of him, so his face was planted into the pillow and she straddled his back.
"Hey," He said, trying to turn, but she grabbed his arms and yanked them back, putting him a submission move.
"Tap," She ordered.
"No," He said. "You're crushing my nuts!"
"Tap!" She yelled, leaning further back.
"Never!" He yelled louder.
"Tap!" She screamed, leaning back to the point that her back hit his legs and she heard popping sounds.
"MHmm fhfhhf! Fffuuck!" He yelled, and hand wildly tapped the bed.
"Yes!" She said, rolling out of the bed and doing a victory dance. Suddenly Corey rolled out of bed and advanced towards her, and she quickly sobered up.
"Hey now," She said, backing up. "You lost mister, back off!" He continued to walk closer and closer to her, and she continued backing up until she hit the table, distracting her just enough so that he could swoop her up in his arms and power slam her on the bed.
"Oh yeah!" He yelled, flexing his muscles, and she rolled her eyes at him.
"I already won Graves, suck it," She said.
"Please princess, I could beat you whenever I want to," He scoffed.
"Care to be on that?" She asked with raised eyebrows.
He grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the edge of the bed, towering over her. "What are we betting?"
"It probably should be something easy, considering the fact that you'll loose and I don't want to embarrass you," She said.
"So are you putting yourself up as a bet?"
Her brows furrowed and she looked up at him in confusion. "Wait, are you calling me easy?" She frowned, causing him to laugh. She shoved him off her and got up, glaring at him. "I'm going to go take a shower, let me know when you decided on what you're willing to loose."
"Can I join you?" He asked.
"No."
"Come on, it'll save water!"
She gave him a small wave before closing and locking the door, just to be safe. Despite her and Corey's flirty attitude, she wasn't about to let him touch her. Who knew what kind of diseases he carried?
She didn't waste much time in the shower, despite the fact that she usually used that time to think. With Corey in the other room, she didn't want to risk it.
"Nah bro, I'm fine."
She paused as her hand hit the door handle, listening to Corey.
"You don't get it."
"No, I know dude, I know. I hear about it all the time, but it's not like that between us."
"I'm not fucking her."
"Don't call her that dude, you don't know what she's going through."
"Have you really even asked her what's going on?"
"If you were a true friend you would keep pushing and look past her bullshit, and I'm not saying it isn't a lot of bullshit, but you should have kept pushing Seth."
"Fuck off man, I don't have to explain myself to you."
Her hand slowly slipped off the door and she took a step back. He was talking to Seth, and from the sound of it, it didn't turn out so good.
It sounded as if Corey has just ended his friendship with Seth. And it almost sounded like he ended it over her. For her.
A sudden wave of emotion hit her, and she gripped the counter, leaning over as she tried to catch her breath. Why would he do that? Was he that stupid?
He was willing to give his friendship up with a great friend, someone who would have his back, support him, be there for him. For someone who didn't give a shit.
She didn't deserve to have him in her life.
He didn't deserve her bullshit.
She straightened up and took a shaky breath, once more reaching for the door handle. She put on a cool face before opening the door and stalking out of the bathroom.
"Hey bitch, I've decided what I wanted," Corey said.
She looked at him while she got her shoes on, waiting for him to continue and tell what he chose.
"When I win," He said, causing her to roll her eyes. "I get to watch you have sex."
"Creep," She said, making a face.
"With another women."
"This is the reason why you're single," She said, standing back up. "But fine."
"Really?" He asked, brightening up.
"Yeah, I mean, it'll be hot being watched," She shrugged. "And gender is irrelevant to me."
"Really?" Corey asked, standing up.
She smirked and walked over to him, teasingly tapping his cheek. "Don't look to shock Graves, but you still have to pin me."
"When?"
She chuckled at the excitement in his voice, and glanced over her shoulder as she loaded up her suitcase. "We could go now if you want too."
"Let's go!" He cheered, jumping up and practically running to the door.
"Corey, at least put pants on," She said, before he could open the door.
"Right," He said, turning right back around and quickly got dressed. "I'm a go to my room and then come back and get you," He said, throwing open the door once he was fully dressed. "Do not be late," He warned, pointing a finger at her before slamming the door.
The smile on her face quickly wilted, and she sat down on the bed. The conversation him and Seth had was ringing through her mind, and she couldn't make it shut up.
She only could imagine what Seth had to say when she wasn't around, because he didn't leave much when she was, and to have Corey defend her, it touched her. But yet she was angry.
She wasn't exactly why yet. Maybe because Corey kept coming back and coming back, not taking a hint and not letting her be a total fuck up. Maybe with the fact that Seth felt the urge to run his mouth and bad mouth her anytime he got the chance too.
Whatever it was, she was mad, and Corey was in for one hell of a match later on tonight.
xXx
"Why are you so quite?"
"What?" She asked.
"You've gone all quiet on me," He said, slapping her thigh.
She gave him a warning look and adjusted in her seat, facing him. "Do you remember when my brother showed up in Ring of Honor?"
He glanced over at her quickly, before nodding quickly. "Yeah, yeah. Didn't he show up just to cause shit and try and get money from you?"
"Uhuh. Do you remember what Seth said when he said he was my only family?"
"Of course." They pulled up to a red light and Corey took the opportunity to look at her. "Why?"
"What did he say?"
His brows furrowed and he continued to look at her, and she starred right back at him. "Why does it matter?"
"What did he say Corey."
"You don't remember?"
"Corey."
A sudden beep caused Corey to look away and notice the green light, and speed away, still trying to catch glances at her. "I don't see why it matters."
"I thought you said you remembered."
"I do."
"Then tell me. Please," She added.
At this point they pulled into the training facility's parking lot, and Corey pulled into a spot and parked the car, fully turning to look at her. "He said that you didn't need him anymore, that we were your family," Corey said.
She nodded and looked away, glancing down at her hands.
"Family fights Sam."
"I hope you're ready to lose Graves," She teased, opening her car door.
He grabbed her hand as she started to walk towards the building and made her stop. "Family fight Sam, and we're all a family."
She smiled at him and touched his cheek. "I know."
He squeezed her wrist and she pulled away from him. "Enough sappy talk, time for me to kick your ass."
"You wish," He said, roughly shoving her, and she jogged to the door, slamming it shut and pressing against it, trying to prevent him from even entering.
"Hey you crazy bitch!" He yelled, pushing hard enough to send her flying off the door.
She laughed and tried to go towards the door again, but it was too late, he already was in the door.
"I know you're scared to get in the ring with me but you've got to at least let me in the door," He said.
"I'm not scared of you Corey," She said.
"Not afraid? Baby I'm gonna wipe the floor with you," He said.
"Big talk," She said, walking towards the ring while Corey did weird jumping things around her. "I don't think you can handle me."
"Please," He laughed.
"I'm too muscular."
"Not as muscular as these loaded guns," He said flexing.
"Too fast."
"Too fast? I'm like the flash."
"Too experienced."
"I was wrestling in the womb!"
"And I can last longer than you."
"Baby I can go all night!"
"Care to prove it," She teased, motioning to the empty ring they stopped in front of.
"Well yeah, but right now I'm gonna kick your ass, when we get back to the hotel room I'll prove it," He said, sliding in the ring.
She rolled her eyes and hopped in after him. Jumping up and down to loosen up.
"Hey, stop cheating!" He yelled.
She stopped and starred at him in confusion. "How am I cheating?"
"Trying to distract me with your boobs," He said. "I'm a dignified superstar, you can't distract me from my goal."
"So what would happen if I started to twerk?"
"Don't you dare!" He warned.
"Or you'll do what?" She challenged, stepping forward.
He answered by charging at her and at the last minute she ducked away, and he hit the corner post. He turned around and she grabbed the back of his neck and performed a running bull dog. She quickly getting on him and applying the camel clutch.
"Tap bitch," She said, leaning back.
"Nooo!" He yelled, slapping the ring anyway, tapping out.
"Say you're my bitch," She demanded, not releasing him yet.
"You're my bitch!" He yelled, trying to claw at her hands, but only resulting in my pressure on his neck.
"Say it right," She said, leaning further back.
He gasped, and continued clutching at her hands before suddenly going limp.
"Fuck," She said, at the sudden dead weight and dropped him. "Hey asshole, a little warning next time." He remained face down on the matt, and she frowned, shaking him hard. "Don't ignore me bitch." Still nothing. "Corey," She said loudly, shaking him.
A few people were taking notice and watching, and she glared at the, not wanting attention.
"Come on you asshole."
She noticed out of the corner of her eyes somebody she hadn't noticed before. Seth. Him and his two boys seemed to going into their locker room, but he had stopped and was now starring at them. It distracted her and she stopped paying attention to Corey.
Seth's eyes locked with hers for half of a second, and she froze. He starred back at her, and for once she didn't see hatred, she didn't see disgust. He seemed… upset, sure, but not completely full of hatred.
"Ahhh!" Corey suddenly roared, and arched up, sending her tumbling off him. He sprung up, and so did she, but he was quicker and hit her with a close line, sending her crashing down.
She stood up, and started turning around, when she found herself being lifted upside down. She found herself a victim of an Alabama Slam.
"Suck it bitch," Corey yelled, ripping his shirt off.
She starred up at him.
"That's not how you treat a lady Corey!" Someone yelled.
"Nah it's cool, she isn't a lady!" Corey yelled back, and she sat up and punched him in the nuts.
"OO!" He yelled, doubling over.
She wrapped an arm around his neck and dragged him down into a roll up.
"1, 2, 3!" She yelled, before shoving him away from her.
He laid on the matt and just starred up at the ceiling, a frown on his face. "What the hell just happened?" He asked.
"Most men ask that once I'm done with them," She smirked.
"Do must men feel this much pain in their nuts?" He groaned, rolling over.
"Actually- "
"I don't want to know," He interrupted, slowing get up.
"You lost Graves," She smirked.
"Yeah yeah. You can watch me get my sexy on with someone," He sighed, starting to get out of the ring.
"Let me know the guy you pick," She called out to him.
He immediately paused and turned to look at her, frowning. "Huh?"
"You lost, meaning I get to watch you have sex with a guy," She grinned.
"No," he said. "We said another women."
"You said another women, you never let me pick what I wanted when you lose, and I want to watch you with a guy," She shrugged.
He starred at her wide eyed and shocked, and the people that were around them that happened to hear them laughed.
"You can't do that!" He exclaimed.
"I was fully willing to up hold my end of the deal, you have to uphold yours," She said.
He opened and closed his mouth several times before he flushed bright red and spun around and away from her. She couldn't help but smile and roll out of the ring.
He had disappeared into the men's changing room, and she assumed so it was for him to bullshit, so she just sat around and waited for him.
After about twenty minutes, Sam found herself getting a little impatient and wondering where Corey was. She didn't mind waiting for him, after all, just because she was anti social didn't mean he had to be, but what the hell was he doing?
She got up and headed towards the man's locker room, and was about to knock when loud voices stopped her. Specifically Corey and Seth's voices.
"I'm a grown ass man Seth, last time I checked I could be friends with whoever I wanted," Corey was saying.
"What kind of friend is she though? How long before she gets whatever she wanted out of you that she got out of all of us?" Seth snapped.
"You've got her all wrong," Corey tried saying.
"No, I think I've got it all right and you're the one wrong. This is going to blow up in your face man, I'm just trying to help."
"No, you're trying to stir up shit and cause trouble and make sure she has no one left, but I'm not doing that to her. I'm her friend, her family. I'm not going to abandon her like you did."
"Is that how you really feel?"
"Yeah, it is. Nothing you can say or do will change that."
"Fine, but I warned you. Just don't expect me to be around and watch it all blow up in your face."
Sam backed away from the door, surprised in Seth. What kind of person did he turn into? So willing to abandon a friend like that. Did she do that to him? She knew she was the reason they were fighting, but was she the reason that they wouldn't be friends any more?
She continued to back up until she hit a firm chest. She spun around to find blue eyes starring back at her with raised eyebrows.
"Eavesdropping are we?" He asked. "Let me guess, wanting to know if anyone is talking about you?"
"Does it look like I give a damn if someone was talking about me?" She challenged, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Than why were you listening?" He asked right back.
She narrowed her eyes at him, and he immediately smirked like he won. The more time she spent in the presence of the man, she had to say, the less she liked him. No matter how hot he was.
"Nobody in there would waste time with a ring rat like you," He added.
"Funny," She said, nodding. "I thought you would know what a ring rat would look like since that's all you can get." His eyes hardened. "I'm not a ring rat Dean, never have, never will be. Sorry, I know how disappointing that must be for you."
His eyes were still hard, but that signature smirk was still in place. "Does it look like I have trouble getting girls?"
"Does it look like I have trouble getting men?" She shot back.
They two continued looking at each other.
"Don't waste your time with her Dean."
She turned slightly as Seth joined them, standing next to Dean.
"Trust me, you couldn't pay me to touch her," He snorted.
She ignored the comment and instead focused on Seth, her eyes narrowing. "You're an asshole, you know that right?" She asked.
"I'm sure you're going to tell me why," he sneered.
"The fact that you're taking your anger out on Corey over me is childish and stupid," She snapped. "I don't give a damn what happened between the two of us, but how dare you try and make Corey feel bad over me. He doesn't deserve that."
"And he deserves you?" Seth challenged.
"No," She said, "but he chose to stay. Don't punish him for that. Just because we're not family anymore doesn't mean he isn't yours."
Seth just looked at her, the same hard look in Dean's eyes in his, but she could read Seth, and she knew he wasn't completely ignoring what she was saying.
"Don't make Corey choose, and don't leave him because of me. Please," She added quitter, and she could have sworn his eyes softened a little bit, but before she could really decide, Corey showed up.
"You ready?" He asked, slinging an arm over her shoulder and glaring at Seth and Dean.
"Yeah, let's go," She said, giving Seth one more look before she allowed Corey to lead her out of the building.
"What did he want?" Corey asked once they got in the car.
"Nothing," She shrugged.
"Sam."
"Nothing," She repeated.
"You two have been at each other's throats, using whatever opportunity you got to tear each other down, and you're trying to tell me he didn't say anything to you just now?" Corey asked, glancing over at her.
"No, I'm telling you he didn't want anything."
"Well than what did he say?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Bloody hell women! Tell me!" He yelled.
"I heard your guy's conversation," She said after a moment.
"In the locker room?"
"And hotel."
He sighed and rubbed the side of his face. "You know it doesn't mean anything Sammy."
"He wants you to stop being friends with me."
"He's being moody."
"He's looking out for you."
"He doesn't know anything."
"I'm not one for high school bullshit Corey," She said.
"You think I am?" He asked as they pulled up into the hotel.
"No, but having friends lead to this type of shit, which is why I like being alone."
"Now you're being moody," Corey said.
"Whatever," She said, getting out of the car. "I need a drink."
"Didn't you drink enough last night?" He asked with raised eyebrows.
"No."
"Well than let me take a shower and-"
"Corey," She said, stepping in the elevator while he still stood outside, putting her hand on it so it wouldn't close. "I didn't get enough to drink because I had someone responsible with me that wouldn't let me drink enough. Besides, I've had enough social time for a lifetime. I'm drinking alone."
The doors closed before he could argue and the elevator started up with a launch. Corey no doubt would try and find where she went, he often tried to look out for her, and despite the fact that he was her only friend left, she still wanted to be left alone.
While she kept Corey close, she made sure it wasn't close enough for it to matter. Last night was an example why she kept him away. Whenever they were close, he could break down those carefully formed walls and make her feels things she didn't want to. Hell, last night she almost cried!
She liked having him close, but too close could be dangerous, and she would make sure he stayed far away until those precious walls were firmly in tact.
xXx
She found that drinking always helped. It was practically the solution to every problem. Temporary, maybe, but in her opinion, it made everything better. Her liver disagreed, so did her stomach when she puked up her guts, and her head screamed at her never to do it again, but she always found herself drawn back to that liquid that lit a fire in her stomach and chest.
She supposed many would find this unhealthy. Not because of how much she drank or how often, after all she was in her twenties, her party years, but of the ways she uses her alcohol. Drinking to forget about a problem was supposedly very unhealthy.
Oh well.
She made sure the bartender knew to keep the drinks coming, and was currently on her third one. Normally she went head's first into drinking and chugged it down because she wanted to forget quickly. This time, she wanted to actually think things through. Just in case she didn't like the result, she had a drink in her hand waiting.
She still couldn't believe Seth. He never use to be like that. Back in FCW, when her brother would show up and start shit, he wouldn't get upset with her, he wouldn't call her stupid for talking to him and hearing him out. He let her do what she wanted and talk to whoever she wanted, even though they were obviously bad. He just supported her and was there in the end to help her out if needed.
Maybe he got tired of being there in the end and got tired of gluing back broken pieces.
That thought left a sour taste in her mouth, causing her to finish her fourth drink. She shook her head as it went down, but savored the burning feeling.
"Bartender," She called, lifting her empty glass in the air when he looked. He nodded once in recognition and went back to serving others who were there first. She slumped against the bar while she waited, pouting down at her empty glass.
This wasn't how she expected her night to go, but she honestly couldn't imagine it getting any better.
She felt something brush against her arm, and she turned her head slightly, smirking once she got sight of who it was, and looking back at the long line of bottles on the shelf. Of course he would be here. It wouldn't be a proper night without some kind of trouble, now would it?
She didn't acknowledge him or look at him, and whether he realized it was her or not, neither of them said a word. Why would they though? They didn't even know each other, and the only time they spoke was when they (more like him) insulted each other.
The bartender came over and refilled her glass, and she muttered a thanks and leaned back. She heard him mutter great but remained focused on her drink.
She obviously couldn't go back to her thoughts on Corey and Seth now. Not with him right next to her, distracting her. He didn't have to say a word to get a girls attention, and he had hers.
She took a big gulp from her drink, and while she was drinking it, she felt someone watching her.
More accurately, he was watching her.
"Can I help you Dean?" She asked, not even looking at him.
"Does it look like I wanted anything?" He asked.
"Then why are you starring?" She challenged, smirking when he didn't say anything.
"Maybe I'm trying to figure out why Seth hates you so much," He finally said.
"Well I can assure you it isn't written on the side of my face," She said, turning to look at him finally. A move she regretted.
He looked good, his normal wet hair dried and curled on his head, his muscular torso and arms encased in a blue, button up shirt.
She looked further down slightly and found his legs encased in a pair of old jeans. It was a casual look that he no doubt didn't put any thought into, but he looked good.
When she finally got to his face, those sparkly blue eyes were staring at her.
"You done?" He asked.
She smiled and cocked her head to the side slightly. "Not even close, but for now, yes."
He snorted and took a sip of his beer, looking away from her. "You aren't going to see more than this.'
"And I'm heartbroken over that," She said, taking another sip of her drink.
"I don't fuck ring rats," He said, causing her to look at him.
"Really?" She asked, making a face.
"I don't fuck ring rats that went after my brother," He said.
"At least you have his back," She muttered.
"Like you care," Dean snorted.
"Who says I don't?" She asked with raised eyebrows.
"You're nothing but a ring rat slut who uses people to get what she wants," Dean said. "You don't care about anyone but yourself."
"So you have me all figured out, huh?" She asked.
"I've dealt with girls like you all my life. Willing to do whatever it takes to get to the top," He said. "And whoever for that matter."
She kept her eyes on him while he talked, waiting until he was done to say what she wanted to. And yet after he got done talking, she found herself unable to say anything.
Not because what he said was true, that wasn't it at all. No. Its just the words that she normally would use dried up and she had nothing.
She nodded her head and finished off her drink, standing up and throwing money on the bar.
"Did I hurt your feelings princess?" He asked.
"You aren't the first one to call me that Dean, you won't be the last," she said. "Have a good night."
She left him sitting at the bar, starring after her walk away, but he quickly shrugged it off. No skin off his back.
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