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Chapter 10 – I Don't Hate You

A week later, and not much had changed. I knew I'd told Gail that I was going to talk to Randy, and maybe even Wade... but saying it was a lot harder than doing it. Don't get me wrong, I wanted more than anything to sort out my life... but with the prospect of ruining what I had with Randy in the air, I was more than reluctant to speak to him. I'd avoided him all week; I hadn't taken his calls or replied to his texts. I was surprised he hadn't turned up at my door yet, demanding an explanation. He did deserve one, after all.

And as for Wade... I didn't even want to think about what had happened between us last time we spoke. I hated how I felt now that he knew about Randy and I. I could feel the guilt seeping through my body at the thought of what I was doing, but even worse, of Wade's disappointment. Why was I so bothered about what he thought?

Maybe because deep down inside, I knew I was always going to care for him, and that small part of me wanted things to go back to how they used to be between us. Before the baby, or any of the drama. But that just wasn't meant to be.

"So babe, are you sure you're okay driving by yourself? I can change plans with Justin and travel with you, if you want me to?"

I turned from zipping up my case, a small smile on my lips as I spotted Gail's worried stare as she zipped up her jacket. I couldn't say I was one hundred percent happy with having to drive for nearly half a day by myself, alone with my thoughts, but what could I do? There was no way I was taking away Gail's happiness just to comfort me.

"No, don't you dare," I shook my head, a smile appearing across my lips, "You go and have fun with Justin while I drive for seven hours by myself. I'll blast some Celine Dion while I'm at it." I desperately wanted to burst out in song, wailing All By Myself, but I knew it would scar my best friend for life.

"Not funny, Soph," She glared my way, and I chuckled as I sat down on the edge of my bed.

"I'm joking," I rolled my eyes playfully, looking down at my watch. I was in no rush to leave, but I know Gail had promised to meet Justin early, "I'll be absolutely fine. Now shoo, or you're going to be late."

"Okay, well I'll still pay you for half of the rental as usual," She raised an eyebrow my way, daring me to protest, and I smirked her way in silence. She knew I'd never take the money from her, just as she never would me.

"Whatever you say, Gail," I nodded, standing up from the bed and walking over to hug her quickly, "Have a good time, okay? I'll see you when we get to Georgia. Tell Justin I said hi."

"Will do, be careful, Soph," She told me with a small, concerned smile before she picked up her large case and dragged it from the room, the door slamming shut behind her.

I puffed the air out of my cheeks, wondering what I was supposed to do to pass the time. I wasn't ready to leave just yet. It wasn't like I was in a rush; we didn't have a show until the following night, so I could take all the time in the world.

I smiled to myself, quickly deciding that I was going to make a few hours for myself before I began my drive. Maybe some me time was exactly what I wanted. I'd explore the city a little, do some retail shopping, then be on my merry way afterwards.

Four seemingly short hours later, I was back at the hotel. It turns out that time by myself was exactly what I needed to clear my mind. Of course, I was still worried about the outcome of the conversations I needed to have, but I wasn't as reluctant to speak to Randy and Wade as I had been before.

The hotel was deadly quiet as I dragged my suitcase through the lobby and checked out, and I took a wild guess that I was probably the last wrestler to leave. I knew most of them liked to get an early start so that they had more time to relax when they got to the new state. I shrugged it off as I paid for the room, smiling appreciatively at the young man behind the desk before I made my way out towards the parking lot.

There were still a few cars around, but I doubted they belonged to any wrestlers. Surely everyone but myself was long gone by now. I threw my luggage into the boot of the car before climbing inside, a groan escaping my lips at the reminder of how far I still had to go till I arrived in Georgia. I slipped the key into the ignition, expecting to have a numb ass within half an hour of driving... but a frown slipped onto my features as I realised the car wasn't starting. I turned the key over and over, growing more anxious and annoyed by the minute, but it didn't work. I sat there for over five minutes before I gave up and jumped out of the car, running my hands through my dark hair with a frustrated screech.

It just had to happen to me, didn't it? I had to be by myself the one time the stupid rental car decided to break down... and I had to have gone shopping so that I was the only person left. What the hell was I supposed to do now? I span around, kicking the tire of the car in annoyance, and a yelp of pain slipped out of my lips as my toes collided hard against the rubber. I hopped around until I was leaning against the car, cursing everything and everyone.

I heard the sound of a car revving up somewhere in the parking lot before it began to drive and my cheeks grew red as I heard it getting closer. Great, now someone was going to see how utterly loopy I was. I tried not to take notice of it as it began to drive by, so I didn't even realise until I heard someone speak that the driver had pulled to a stop behind me.

"What are you doing?"

I span around, my hand rising to my heart at the all too familiar voice. My eyes connected with Wade's, and I felt my stomach drop. He may have pulled up, but I could tell he still wasn't happy with me... and deep down, I honestly didn't blame him.

"My car broke down... so I kicked it," I answered like it was the most normal thing in the world. I waited for his reaction, for him to laugh or even to roll his eyes, but he just stared at me with a blank expression.

"Do you have another way to get to Georgia?" He raised an eyebrow, turning his head to look out of the window screen. My eyes narrowed to slits as I looked his way. It was pretty obvious he didn't want to help me.

"Why would you care?" I asked, folding my arms over my chest. He turned to look at me again, giving me a look that pretty much told me to answer his question, and an annoyed sigh escaped my lips, "No, I don't, okay?"

Wade groaned at my answer, and I watched in silence as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel for a few short moments before he opened up the car door and got out. He walked over to me, stopping for only a few seconds and towering over me before he walked to the boot of my own car and started to pull out my luggage.

"Umm, what the hell are you doing?" I walked towards him, but stopped when he shot me a glare.

"You're coming with me."

"No, no way," I shook my head frantically. There was absolutely no way I was getting in that car and spending the next seven hours with Wade.

"Then what are you going to do?" He asked as he carried my case over to his own car, not looking at me once as he spoke, "You have no car, nobody else around to drive you... and I can't leave you here by yourself. Get in." He slammed the boot, before he turned to look my way finally, pointing towards the passenger door.

I wanted to refuse point blank... but he was right. No matter how much I hated the thought of having to travel with him, I didn't have another choice. I either went with Wade, or I stayed behind and didn't get to Georgia. At least not for a long time.

"Fine," I sighed, the pair of us falling silent as we both climbed in the car and began the painfully long drive. If I had thought it was going to be bad by myself, it was nothing compared to what it was going to be like now.

Two hours later, and I just couldn't take it anymore. Wade and I hadn't spoken one word to each other since we'd gotten in the car. There wasn't even any music to soften the awkwardness. The two of us had never had the same taste in music, so we'd agreed in the past that we'd never have any on while we were together. We'd find some other way to entertain ourselves.

Right now, I'd take The Smiths or The Stone Roses over anything.

I turned to look his way, word vomit sliding up my throat by the second. I knew it was probably best to carry on like this, being silent... but it'd got to the point where I was border line suicidal. I couldn't take one more minute of the tension between us.

"Are you going to be like this the entire way there? Because if you are, I'd rather you pull over and I'll walk to Georgia."

Wade turned to look at me for a few seconds, his expression shocked at me finally saying something. His eyes found the road again, but his frown didn't disappear... and neither did he say anything. I really felt like opening up the door and throwing myself out of the car, even if it was still moving. It would have been less painful.

"What exactly do you want me to say, Sofia?" He finally asked, his voice a lot more conflicted than I'd expected.

"Tell me what you're thinking... how you feel about what happened," I pulled my legs up, hating how numb they felt already as I wrapped my arms around them. I rested my head against my knees as I looked over at Wade, my stomach in knots at the thought of finally having this conversation with him... but I guess now that I was stuck in a car with him for another five hours, there wasn't a better time to do it.

"I have nothing to say. It's none of my business."

"Wade..." I began, but his harsh voice interrupted me.

"No, Fia," He growled, and even when he was angry, I could feel my body tingling as he used his nickname for me, "I don't want to do this. You hate me, it's pretty obvious. I hate that you're dating a married man... what more is there to say? Don't you think it's best if we just leave it alone?"

Leave it alone? After all this time, he didn't want to speak? For once, all I wanted was to sort everything out between the two of us and move on... but he didn't. His words stung me like crazy, and I desperately tried not to cry. I hated how damn emotional I was when it came to Wade. Maybe he was right. Maybe it was best to leave it alone, if that was the way he felt... but he needed to know something first.

"I don't hate you," I barely even whispered.

His gaze turned to mine, and for the few short seconds that our eyes locked, he looked nothing but confused... and he wasn't the only one. I knew I'd hated him in the past, more than anything... but I guess it had passed. All I wanted now was to forget about everything that had happened.

When he finally had to turn back around to look at the road, I turned away myself. I had gone from wanting to speak to wanting to say nothing at all. I kept my eyes glued to the outside world, desperately hoping he didn't decide to speak... and for once, I got what I wanted. For the next five hours, neither of us said a word.