Chapter Eight.

"Heavy Heads and Hearts."

I woke up with a bad, bad headache and heavy head. Why must I drink so much if I am going to regret it the next morning? I tried to turn my body, and only then I realized there was an arm around me.

I snapped my head so fast, it almost hurt, and look who was next to me. It was Jonathan. Looking down at my body, I let out a sigh of relief. I was still fully dressed.

I looked back at Jonathan again, he looks peaceful sleeping. I have to find a way to get up without waking him up. I slowly and quietly get out of his arm and off the bed. Grabbing whatever clothes I first found on my suitcase, I got to the bathroom to take a shower before leaving to grab a much needed cup of coffee.

I walked out the bathroom and throw my clothes into the suitcase.

"Good morning,"

I smiled as I turn to face him, "Good morning," I said as I walked over to him and sit on the bed.

"Please don't tell me I am not the only one with a horrible headache," He puts his hands over his face, rubbing it.

I laughed softly. "No, you are not. I also have a horrible, horrible headache." I said before standing up again. "I will go and get some coffee, want some?"

He looked at me, "No, thank you. I have to get up and go to my room to shower and pack."

"Okay, see you later." I said as I grab my phone, room key, and all my things and walked to the door.

"See ya!" I heard him said as I close the door.


I take my cup of coffee and thank the blond man before walking over to somewhere to sit. I look around the place, there aren't many tables empty. I sigh softly, my head is really hurting so bad.

"Hangover?" I turn my head to where the voice came from, it's not like I couldn't guess who is the owner anyway. I don't know many people with that accent.

"Yes," I said looking at him as he took a sip from his coffee, "Bad one, too."

"I could tell," He said. How?

"I didn't see you at the club last night," I said as I take a sip from my coffee. God, it tastes amazing.

"I did," I turned back to look at him, he wasn't looking at me. Actually, he was looking anywhere but at me.

"You did?" How didn't I see him though?

He nods slowly before drowning his coffee. "Wanna have breakfast?"

"Okay," It comes out as a whisper, I had no idea why. "Paul," He looks at me, waiting for me to finish what I start. I took a deep breath, What should I even say to him?

"Had," My voice was caught in my throat. "Had I done something wrong? Like something to make you treat me like," I can't find a word, God. "That?"

He looks deeply into my eyes and doesn't respond. He sucks in a deep breath before looking away, again. "It's nothing to do with you, Ana. It's all me. I am sorry, I guess."

What?

"Lets get something to eat," He says and start walking, without looking back at me. I sigh deeply then start following him. What are you hiding Paul?

Why is it so hard?


I walked into my room and Jonathan was no longer there. I looked at the nightstand and saw a small paper.

Will meet you by five to go to the airport.

I smiled before throwing the note away. Time to pack.

After finishing packing, I sit down on bed. First week of working here has been, crazy? Unexpected?

I met a guy. Jonathan is a great guy. He is funny, charming, outgoing, and good looking.

Made new friends. Even though I want to get to know more people, but I can say it's a good start.

But then there is Paul. This man is hiding something that I found myself really wanting to know it.

I don't know why. I don't care why. I just want to know.

All this thinking is only making my head hurts worse.

Ten days into this job and one week of traveling and I can't wait to go back home. What have I done to myself?

I close my eyes as I lay back on the comfortable bed. I have a few hours to waste and I will waste them sleeping.


"How long is the flight?"

"You don't want to know," Jonathan looked at me.

"Oh, try me." I fold my arms as I leaned against the chair.

"Seven hours.."

"Fuck my life."

He laughed and I chuckled. Seven hours is way too much.

"Believe me Ana, there are way longer flights. And there are way longer weeks," I bite my lips and closed my eyes. "You will get used to it. It's only a matter of time.

"You know, for some people, this is there dreams," I opened my eyes and looked at him, "To work here, to travel all over to world, to wrestle. They work hard, harder than you can think or imagine. Some of them make, some don't. Not everyone is lucky enough to have this. To be here. You are not appreciating this enough.

"You are not realizing that this job you think you being so hard on yourself to do, is a dream to millions. Appreciate things while you still have it, Ana."

He looked away and I heard that our flight is about to take off. We both stand up and start walking toward the plane. I don't know what to say. I didn't realize what I was doing until he spook to me. His words hit me, hard.

I looked around myself, the place is surrounded by WWE workers. How many of them worked so hard to get here? How many get it handled to them on a sliver plate? Like myself.

And for the first time I realized that there is a hidden story behind everything, everyone.

I sit down on my seat and closed my eyes, without even knowing who is sitting next to me.

Jonathan had given a lot of things to things to think about. Things I don't want to think about.

Yes, I am taking things for granted. A lot of things.

Before I know it, I was in a deep sleep.


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So people were telling me who they want/prefer to see Ana with. So, let me know who would you prefer, Ana/Paul or Ana/Jonathan.

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