Firecracker

Chapter 8

Disclaimer: I own Jamie. Unfortunately, that's the extent of my ownership.


A/N: Thanks once again for being the best readers/followers/reviewers/etc. I love you all so much :o) To answer TNcountrygirl's question, no John Cena, John Hennigan and Randy Orton don't know about her past, which we will get a little deeper into a little bit further into the story :o) So, here's the next chapter. Happy Labor Day tomorrow to everyone! I hope you all enjoy the fun I put these poor people through. Good news, I'm already working on chatper 13, so there's a lot more fun to be had! Love you guys! Let me know what you think! I love to hear it!


Jamie and Wade were already back in the car, on the road to the next city, again. It was 3:00 PM, and they were way behind schedule. They had slept in the room until nine. When they got up, at first Wade wasn't sure how she was going to react. However, they ended up having sex again before they had even gotten out of the bed…and again when they were in the shower…and back on the bed, when they tried getting dressed…and on the couch, when they tried getting dressed again. They ended up doing it, for the fifth when they re-showered, after getting all sweaty from the two post-shower romps they had had. And when they had finally gotten dressed and were about to leave the room, they did it a final time against the door. After that, they had somehow managed to leave without having sex in the elevator or hallway and getting arrested for public indecency.

They'd been driving for an hour already. Wade was behind the wheel, and they were pretty much silent, but it was a mostly comfortable silence. Jamie was unsure of how to act around Wade after what had happened the night before and that morning. She wasn't used to these feelings she was having for him. She was scared, and she couldn't handle how her emotions were affecting her anymore. Finally, Wade rested his hand on her exposed knee, as she had on a short denim skirt, along with a fitted black, button-down ¾ sleeved blouse. It was unbuttoned enough that every time Wade looked over at her, he got an eyeful of cleavage and could see her hot pink bra behind the top. It was turning him on, and he had to consciously tell himself not to pull over and take her in the car for a seventh time that day. After all, six times in a few short hours was more than anyone should be able to handle, and his dick was hurting at even the prospect of having sex again for the next year...but she had some strange effect on him, and he was sure, he'd somehow manage to do it again.

"You okay, beautiful?" he asked, noticing that she had zoned out.

Jamie looked over at him. "Me?"

Wade laughed. "You're the only beautiful woman in the car. Unless, of course, you see someone else? In which case, we can find a way to deal with that."

She threw a smile in his direction. "I don't see anyone but us."

"We have seven more hours to go until we get there."

"Good thing we don't have a show tonight, or we'd be royally fucked."

"Very true. And we get to spend the whole day together."

She nodded. "Yup."

"Jamie, is something wrong? You're acting a little weird," he asked, concerned.

"I'm fine."

"I don't believe you."

Jamie rolled her eyes. "Wade, seriously, everything is absolutely fine," she abruptly snapped.

He mouthed the word 'wow' and pulled his hand from her knee, back onto the steering wheel. He remained silent for a few moments, before finally speaking. "Jamie, we've had an amazing day so far. I thought we were on the right track. What's the issue now?" he asked, clearly frustrated.

She folded her arms over her chest, stubbornly. "There is no issue here," she said, through gritted teeth.

"If you're not gonna tell me what's wrong with you, then, I can't fix it!" he yelled, out of frustration.

She rolled her eyes and remained silent.

"So, I guess we're back to you not giving a fuck about anything or anyone in the entire world. Well, big surprise. I should've seen this coming." It was obvious that he was really hurt that she was acting like she didn't care. "I don't know what I did to you, but I've tried so hard to make it right. I would do anything I could to make things work between us. But if you don't care, then, there's really nothing more I can do to change your mind."

"Fine."


The next five hours of driving were painfully uncomfortable. Jamie and Wade weren't speaking at all. He was hurting badly at her hands. She returned to full on bitch mode. They had stopped for food but still didn't speak. She was completely ignoring his presence. It confused the hell out of him, especially after how incredible things had been between them in the morning.

Jamie spent some of the ride texting John.

'I don't understand why you're doing this to him,' he typed to her.

'What does it even matter? It'd be stupid of me to get involved with him at all,' she replied.

'Why?'

'Because he's an asshole.'

'No, he's not.'

'Yes, he is.'

'You're ridiculous.'

'No, I'm not.'

'Okay, Jay.'

She scoffed at her phone. 'Well, you can suck it, too, then.' She tossed her phone into her bag, which was at her feet. She was not only annoyed with Wade, but now, John had pissed her off.

"Jamie?" Wade spoke.

"Yes?" she replied, her annoyance with him obvious.

"Can we talk?" he asked.

"I have nothing to say to you."

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do I look like I'm fucking laughing?"

"We were absolutely fine! We had incredible, amazing, mind-blowing sex six times this morning, and now you're back to hating me again. I don't even know what in the bloody hell I did to you, but you won't even talk to me now."

"I just don't have much to say to you."

"Why not? We were completely fine…we were better than fine. I care about you so much, and it's like you just flipped a bloody switch or something, and I don't know what to do with you anymore."

"So, just leave me alone, then."

"I can't."

"And why the fuck not?"

"Because I care about you a lot, and I want to be with you more than anything, even though you can't seem to see that."

"Obviously I don't want to be with you, though."

Wade took a deep breath. "Fine. If that's how you want things to be with us, then, that's perfectly fine."

"Thank you."


When Jamie and Wade arrived at the hotel, they immediately ran into Cena. He looked at the two with a knowing smirk. She had the bitch expression on her face and her arms crossed over her chest. Wade looked upset.

"Hey, look it's the happy couple!" he cheerily said with a wide smile.

Jamie flipped him off and glared at her best friend. "Blow me, douche." She checked into the hotel and got her keycard for the Nexus suite, as Wade got his own. He had followed her up, practically running to keep up with her. Everyone else was in the main room, hanging out, when they walked in.

"Have a nice trip?" Skip asked with a smile.

She glared at him. "Wonderful," she shot at him. She was dragging her luggage behind her.

"Um the door on the left is your room," Justin innocently said, knowing something was wrong…as usual.

"Thank you," she mumbled and went into the bedroom, loudly slamming the door behind her.

"I guess that went well," Heath said, smirking.

Wade rolled his eyes. "Obviously."

"Is everything okay with you two?" David asked.

He quickly shook his head. "No not quite. This whole situation is bloody ridiculous," he snapped.

"Well, what's going on?" Justin asked.

Wade shook his head and sat down on the couch, frustrated. "I give up. She's always going to be a miserable brat."

"I think you're just having a hard time accepting how you feel about her," Mike said, honestly.

"She's the one who can't handle her feelings. I feel like I want to knock some sense into her sometimes. She doesn't give a shit about how anyone else feels. It doesn't seem to phase her that not everyone's out to get her and hurt her, but her head is too far up her own ass to see that!" he vented.

The door to her room opened. She stood there, glaring at him, her face expressing exactly how livid she was. "And I think you're childish. You want what you want exactly when you want it. You think that just because you feel one way, everyone else should, too! All that really matters to Wade Barrett is Wade fucking Barrett. And it's very fucking annoying. You believe who the fuck you are. It's not attractive, Wade! It's pathetic and sad!" she yelled, fire in her eyes.

"And you're a snotty little bitch, who thinks that she's just so much better than everyone else. You walk around treating everyone like shit! That's why no one fucking likes you around here. You're just a bitch!" he yelled back.

"If that's how you really feel about me, then, maybe you'll leave me the fuck alone with your whiny, high school bullshit for once. I keep telling you to just fuck off and leave me the hell alone, but you just don't know how to listen, and then, you wonder why things aren't ever going your way. Just because you have that stupid fucking accent and that fucking face and that fucking body, you think everyone should bow down to you and treat you like you're a fucking God!" she yelled, reminding herself not to compliment him while they were yelling at each other, even though she was definitely physically attracted to him, even when they were arguing, but she sure as hell wasn't going to give that one away. She had to act like she didn't care.

"And just because you have those big tits, an absolutely beautiful face and a really bad fucking attitude, you think you're queen of the fucking world! Just because you're the Diva's Champ, you act like you're untouchable or something. But one day, you'll get a harsh wake up call, though. And I'll be around to tell you I told you so…or maybe because of your own bitchiness, I won't be around, but in that case, just know that I'm thinking it!" he yelled.

"Oh boo friggity hoo! Should someone call the wamublence because wittle Wade is all sad and angwy. Maybe someone should get him some French cries to cheer him up!" she mocked him.

"I'm sorry I even fucking tried with you. You're always going to be like this. You'll never change," he muttered.

"I never told you to try and change me. I'd never change for you…or anyone else for that matter!"

"Then, prepare to be alone for a bloody long time, bitch."

"Better than being with you. You're a fucking asshole, and you think you're such hot shit."

"Oh? Me? I think I'm hot shit? It's definitely me, and not you, Miss I'm-Better-Than-Everyone-Else!" he sarcastically yelled back at her.

"You're such a dickhole," she muttered, before walking back into her room and slamming the door shut.

"I can't deal with her," he groaned, putting his head in his hands. "She's driving me insane."

The guys just stared in shock of what they just witnessed between Jamie and Wade. It was clear to them that their frustration, anger and whole array of emotions was based on the fact that they both definitely wanted each other.

"You two have quite a bit of sexual tension going on, huh?" Darren asked, trying to hide his growing smirk.

"Yeah. I wasn't sure if you two were gonna end up hitting each other or banging the shit out of each other in front of all of us," Justin agreed, trying to hide his smile.

"She's the fucking devil."

"And you want her," Heath teased.

"Shut the fuck up about it," he demanded, through gritted teeth, desperately wanting to hit something or someone.