Chapter Ten.

"Just Trust."

I pull my long hair in a big messy bun over my head as I stare at the man before me, both of us out of breath and covered in sweat.

"Clothesline," I nod as I run toward him extending my arm out and hitting him on the chest, making him fall down. I turn back and look as him as he sits himself up a little and looks at me. "That was great," He smiles a little before getting up.

I smile back as I watch him walking toward me. "You're nature in the ring, Ana." He says his eyes glued to mine. I start biting my lip, "Really?"

His eyes darken a little as he looks at me, "Yes," He turns away "Stop it."

"What?" I blink, stop what?

"Biting your lips," By the time he said that he was leaning against the ropes, arms crossed.

What is it with him and me biting my lips?

"Okay?," I cross my arms, "What are we going to do next?"

"Standing moonsault," He smirks and I feel a wave of nervousness hit my body.

"And it is?" I find myself swallowing hard.

"You will stand at the top rope, bounce off, then executes a backflip and lands on your opponent."

I feel my mouth hit the mat. He can't be serious, right? "Are you fucking kidding me?"

His smirk grow even bigger. "Not."

"I can't do that, Paul." All my nervous feelings quickly turned into fear. I could easily die doing that move.

"You can. Look at all the moves you have perfected. No reason to be afraid."

"None of then was me jumping of the top rope doing a backflip."

He sighs softly before walking toward me, closing every inch between us. I tear my eyes away from his, I refuse to met them, fearing he might see something I don't want to show him.

My breath was caught on my throat when his hand cupped my face, forcing me to look at him, in the most gentle way possible.

"Ana," His voice was so soft, I could melt right here in his hands. "I know you can do it. You're afraid, it's okay, who isn't? You just need to push those fears away and do it. Trust me Ana. Trust me when I say I won't let anything happen to you. When I say that I will be where I am supposed to be. I told you before and I am telling you again, trust is the name of the game. Trust yourself and those who are around you. Have some faith in yourself. You deserve that from yourself."

I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. My body was paralyzed, I couldn't move. His words set fire to my chest, and I felt like he could see right through me. I hate it. I hate because his eyes are so deep, and I still can't see through them like he can to me. I don't know what to say or to do, so I just stand there still, while his hands were still cupping my face. None of us broke the eye contract, none of us dared. And for the first time I saw something in Paul I have never seen before. Something deeper.

"Will you do it Ana?" His accented voice echoed through my thoughts bringing me back to earth. I suck in a deep breath and nod slowly. I will give a try.

"Just promise you won't let me get hurt."

He smiles so brightly through his oh-so-white teeth. "I would never." His hands fall from my face as he takes a step to the back. "Climb up the top rope,"

I do as I am told, trying to balance myself and not fall. "You're very agile Ana. Get the thoughts that you gonna fail out of your head. If you can do a backflip while standing on the ground, you so as hell can do it from the top rope." He says while my back was facing him, encouraging me. "I am laying on the mat right here, all you need to do is calculate the distance in your head and fly."

I turn my head a little to look at him then turn back again. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. I bounce off the rope and do the backflip, landing perfectly on his chest.

God damn it this hurts. I rubbed my chest as I look at Paul as he sits up and look at me. I did it for fucks sake!

"That was amazing, Ana." He smiles so big and I couldn't help as I throw my body at him, hugging him tightly, smiling when he hugs me back.

I slowly pull away from his arms, with the big smile. "I think that's enough for today." I say getting up. He chuckles softly and gets up too.

"It's hurts, though," I say looking at him.

"Of course it does. Seriously Ana?" He playfully rolls his eyes at me. I had never seen this side of Paul, but I am glad I did.

"Shut up." I softly hit his arm, then my face turns serious. "I want to ask you something." I say.

"Go ahead," He raises his eyebrow at me.

"Would you like to go with me somewhere to sit down and talk after showering? Not a date, just so we can get to know each other more. That's if you want,"

"Jesus Ana, relax and slow down. No one is running after you." He takes a step back, making me laugh.

"Okay. After showering, are you busy?" He shakes his head no. "So what about of we go and eat somewhere? Not a date, just a couple of new friends talking."

He laughs lightly as he shakes his head at me. "Okay, I will shower and wait for you out there." He gives me a small smile before getting out the ring. "Please just don't make me wait for twenty-something years."

Once a jerk, always a jerk. I roll my eyes as I get out of the ring too. Why am I so damn happy like that?

I pull my backpack closer to my shoulder as I walk to where Paul was waiting. He was sitting on one of the chair going through his phone. Wearing a blue T-shirt and dark navy jeans, he looks as good as he can be.

"I am ready," I say with a smirk. He looks up from his phone at me and smirks back.

"Finally," He stands up and grabs his backpack. "You have a ride, right?"

I nod. "You don't?"

"My house isn't far away from here. I prefer to walk it."

"Okay, lets go." I smile as both of us walk out the performance center and toward my car.

After twenty minutes of driving, we were at the restaurant. We sit on a table and order our food.

"Do you think I will be ready to actually wrestle on TV in three weeks time?" I nervously push my still wet hair to the back.

"Yes," His answer was quick and he seemed so sure about it. I don't agree with him.

"I don't,"

"Ana, seriously, you're amazing. You're nature in the ring. Stop saying that you can't. Think positive."

I sigh loudly. Maybe he is right. I am overthinking everything like I always do. I still have time and I hopefully will be ready by then.

I look back at Paul again and before I could say anything, the food arrive. We start eating in silence, a comfortable one. I start thinking about today, I got to know and talk to Paul more. He seems like a great guy. A great guy who is hiding something that I still want to know.

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This chapter was suppose to be up earlier but I wasn't home. And yesterday I couldn't complete it as I was so upset over the news of Justin, or now PJ/Paul, quitting WWE. I believe he made the right decision anyway. If you want, you can leave your thoughts.

Thanks for reading.