How Could You Leave Me Behind?

The lives shows were always enjoyable. The road trips to the events meant that the day started off right and the knowledge that the superstars could do almost anything they wanted during the actual event meant that spirits were always high.

The locker room was no different with the girls all standing around in various stages of changing into their ring gear, quoting as many girly movies as they could. A lot of it was just for fun but Darcy's confusion as they quoted everything from Mean Girls to Legally Blonde added to their entertainment.

Charlotte flipped her hair over her shoulder and stood in front of all of them. "I'm sexy, I'm cute, I'm popular to boot-"

"I'm bitchin', great hair, the boys all love to stare." Darcy joined in, not even noticing that silence consumed the rest of the group. "I'm wanted, I'm hot, I'm everything you're- you're not? Why did you guys stop?"

"You know that?" Sasha asked, completely surprised.

"I know the entire thing and the actions," Darcy revealed unashamedly. "Do I really gotta remind you all that I was a cheerleader? Bring it On is fucking gospel."

"Go on then," Sasha smiled and Darcy groaned, forcing her palms into her closed eyes.

"It's not gonna look right because I'm the only person doing it."

Darcy looked up to see Sasha, Charlotte and Becky all shrug at the same time as Bayley's face lit up. She stared them down for a few seconds before she stood up and assumed Big Red's position. She began the cheer again, performing all the required actions with as much enthusiasm as she could muster.

The four girls applauded when the routine was over and Darcy bowed lowly.

"Thank you, thank you," she said sarcastically. "I've seen all of the Bring it On films and every other cheerleading film ever made."

"You never fail to surprise me," Charlotte laughed. "I always forget you used to do cheerleading. We should work that into something."

Darcy rolled her eyes. "The more people say that the less likely I am to do it."

"I'm not saying to use it as a gimmick but what if you started making fun of me when we versed each other in matches?" Charlotte explained. "I do the gymnastic stuff– you could do that real easy, couldn't you?"

Darcy proceeded to do a front walk-over without any effort. She stood up straight, smiled and stated, "I can do anything you can do. Probably better."

"Yeah, alright, Quinn. Today during the show. We'll see."

"You're on, Flair. You. Are. On."

-NXT Live Show-

Bayley's music started to play over the speakers and she walked out with a bright smile and a spring in her step. Darcy followed her out with slumped shoulders and an unamused expression. Bayley tried her hardest to make Darcy enthusiastic but Darcy was looking at Charlotte and Sasha in the ring.

When she reached the ring, instead of rolling underneath the bottom rope, Darcy walked around to the left side of the ring and copied Charlotte's entrance movement for movement.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" Charlotte asked, getting in Darcy's face once she was on her feet. "Who do you think you are?!"

"Just watch, Charlotte, you ain't got nothing on me!"

Midway through the match, 'Sister Abigail' chants broke out. Darcy, true to her character, looked around sarcastically, pretending to be horrified by the thought of a Sister Abigail appearance.

"Where is she?" Darcy asked loudly to the crowd from the ring apron. "Bring her out! I'll take her on, too!"

She went back to ignoring the crowd and took to shouting at Bayley to hurry up and tag her in. Darcy and Bayley's on screen friendship was one of the weirdest aspects of the NXT Diva's Division but whatever they had been doing seemed to work – the two were near undefeated in tag team matches.

- Off Air -

"So, I spoke to Mox yesterday."

Darcy looked up from her phone at Sami Callihan. "Good for you."

"He asked how you are."

Darcy froze for a second, her head twitching a little when she relaxed again. "Did he?"

"Yeah," Sami said cautiously. "Why's he asking me that?"

Darcy looked back down at her phone, not wanting anything in her face to give away the rush of fear that coursed through her veins.

What if Jon thinks this is something serious?

"I think we're fighting?" Darcy offered with a shrug, trying to act casual. "I don't know. I haven't spoken to him since before he left for Europe. We were fine then but, you know."

Sami shifted in his seat so the he was looking directly at her. "What're you fighting about?"

"Couldn't tell you."

"He mad at you then?"

No.

"I really have no fucking clue, Crowe," she said gruffly. "We've gotta stop talking about this or I'm gonna rip some poor kid's head off."

Sami held his hands up and turned back so that he was facing the table set up in front of them. They had been assigned the duty of meet and greet for the Sebring live show despite Darcy questioning numerous times whether anybody would want to see the two of them make subtle jabs at each other for a couple of hours.

Apparently all the fans want is an authentic experience and everyone believed that Darcy was more than up to the task.

Within the first half hour Darcy's hand was already starting to cramp due to the large number of things she had signed. The fans who had shown up were given the opportunity for autographs and pictures which had Darcy getting up and down continuously for people who, most of the time, looked less than fussed about meeting her and even less fussed about meeting Solomon Crowe. They were far from the most popular people on the NXT roster and not even Darcy's new position as Sister Abigail was making people excited to meet her. Not when they were all wearing Paige and Sami Zayn shirts.

"How old are you?" Darcy asked, squinting slightly after a young boy asked for a photo. He was obviously taller than her, she didn't need to stand up to know that, but he had such a baby face that she had to ask.

"Twelve."

"Right," Darcy said slowly as she pushed herself up so that she could walk out to the small area set up for photos. "That's really unfair."

He smiled at her and stood next to her for the photo. The boy was towering over her. She was used to being the shortest person in a room but not when that room was also filled with children. She crossed her arms and scrunched up her face, making it as dramatic as possible. The boy's mum took the photo and Darcy's face relaxed.

"Thank you, Darcy," he said happily after checking the photo.

"Stop growing," she said firmly, returning to the table as the next fans walked towards her.

"He was twelve," Sami laughed at her. "You really lost the genetic lottery."

"I know," Darcy grumbled, raking her hand through her hair and pushing it back over her head. "But I think I'm about a half inch taller than AJ. That's gotta count for something, right?"

The little girl standing in front of her stared up at her blankly and Darcy realised that there was a reason she had never done a meet and greet before. Kids didn't get her. She didn't get kids.

Darcy had no match on the Sebring card so she was just hanging around backstage, waiting for everything to finish so that she could get back to her house and watch terrible movies with the volume turned all the way up because both of her housemates were on the overseas tour.

Except that she had at least another hour before she could leave and then a two-hour car ride back to Orlando.

"You wanna tell me what's up with you and Mox?"

"You spoke to him yesterday, you probably know more than I do," Darcy retorted, dropping down onto the concrete floor with her legs crossed. "We need to talk about whatever it is that's happening but he's fucked off to Europe and I don't get to go over until Sunday. I don't know, Crowe. I have no fucking idea."

I think he's cheating on me. The Wyatt Family think I'm crazy.

"Just sort it out. You two need to stop getting in the way of your own fucking happiness."