Firecracker

Chapter 10

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Before Wade woke up the next morning, Jamie made sure to move out of his arms and away from him, so he wouldn't remember that she allowed him to sleep next to her. Maybe she'd even pretend to be pissed off that he was in her bed. That would at least keep things fun...well, for her at least. She was fairly certain he wouldn't remember what was going on last night. As soon as she turned away from him and shut her eyes to try to fall back to sleep for at least a little while, Wade wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back against his body, her back to his chest. She rolled her eyes and scooted away from him, but he just scooted closer to her, keeping his hold on her. "Motherfucker," she grumbled under her breath.

A few moments later, she felt Wade shift. "Holy shit," he groaned. "Oh fuck. She's gonna kill me." Jamie smirked to herself, wanting to play this up. She pretended to be asleep and turned in his arms.

"Mmm baby," she groaned acting as if she was still off in dream land. She wrapped her arms around him and cuddled back up against him.

"What?" he whispered to himself, confused as to why she was being affectionate with him...and on an even larger scale, why she wasn't trying to slit his throat for being in her bed. A few moments later, she felt his arms wrap around her body, as if he decided he didn't care and was just going with the flow. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. She quickly pulled away from him and sat up.

"What the fuck?" she yelled. "What the hell are you doing in my room? Not even just my room...you're in my fucking bed!" she practically screamed.

"I don't remember," he replied, honestly.

She glared at him. "You fucking asshole! Get out!" she yelled.

"Wait…"

"What?"

"Um…you know, you did cuddle up against me…" he pointed out.

"I was fucking asleep! Maybe I was dreaming that I had someone I actually like next to me."

"First of all, I'm just saying, I'm just as confused as you are. And secondly, you don't actually like anyone so that doesn't even make sense. Can we just not argue about this? " he tried to reason.

"Um…no. Get the hell out of my bed," she commanded, no longer yelling but being forceful in her tone.

Wade frowned, feeling disappointment fill him. "Okay," he replied. His voice sounded genuinely sad, and Jamie almost felt bad for causing him to be upset. He was only trying to be affectionate with her, and she was flipping out on him…especially when she knew that not only did she allow it to happen, she was happy for it and would do it again, if the same situation occured again. Jamie liked the fact that they shared a bed the night before and that she was in his arms. He slowly got out of the bed, still dressed in his clothes from the night before. "I don't even have a bad hangover," he remembered, seeming confused. "And I always have a hangover when I black out…"

"Go," she insisted, when she really wanted him to stay in bed with her and hold her in his arms.

He paused, looking at her suspiciously. "I don't think that you actually want me to leave," he spoke.

"First off, you never think, dipshit. Secondly, do not make me get up out of this damn bed and throw your ass out," she groaned with annoyance.

Wade smirked. "I think you want me," he arrogantly spoke. All of a sudden, she remembered why she was always a bitch to him at this point and no longer felt bad for kicking him out. "I can see it in your eyes. You want me."

She scoffed. "Obviously, you're demented. So, fuck off, please."

Wade began walking towards her. She glared at him. He crawled onto the bed and pulled her to him, as he straddled her lap. He took her face in her hands. She felt herself almost wanting to give in to him. She felt butterflies doing a number on her stomach. "Don't do this," she said, softly pleading with him.

"You're telling me that you don't want me to kiss you right now?" he asked.

"Don't fucking do this to me," she whispered.

"Am I getting under your skin?"

"Wade, just go to your own room and leave me the hell alone."

"So, you don't want me to kiss you?" he asked her again.

Jamie looked down. "Please don't."

"Tell me you don't want me to."

"I don't-"

"Look at me."

Jamie struggled to lock her eyes with his, but when she finally did, she remained silent, mentally telling herself to tell him to fuck off and leave her alone, for the umpteenth time, but her vocal cords wouldn't cooperate with what she had to mentally tell herself that wanted. Quite frankly, she loved the feelings she had when she was with him, no matter how hard she tried to mask it with her bitchy attitude and constant stream of anger directed at him.

Wade slowly leaned in and pressed his lips against her's. She quickly pulled back. "Get out," she softly said.

"You don't mean that."

"Don't make me get all bitchy and yell and scream to get rid of you," she whispered. "Just please make this that much easier and just go."

Wade sighed. "Fine," he agreed. "I'm getting to you, though, and I can promise you that things are gonna happen with us…and soon." She remained silent, as Wade got up and left the room.

Jamie laid down and desperately tried to get back to sleep.

Wade pressed his back to Jamie's door, his hands on his face. He couldn't handle what she was doing to him anymore. He was constantly struggling to maintain his composure and control over his emotions when he was around her. It took all he had to try to come off as dominant in this pseudo-relationship mess-type thing they had going on. But Wade wanted her more than he had ever wanted anyone or anything before, and she was the one in the driver's seat in this case. She was all he thought about and all he dreamed about. This whole thing with her was getting really out of hand, and he wasn't sure what to do about it.

Wade pulled himself together and made his way to his room. He quietly walked in and climbed into his bed, over the covers.

"You're alive?" Heath asked.

"Yeah…" he mumbled.

"How?"

"Because I'm not dead."

"We all seriously thought Jamie was going to kill you when she woke up," Justin explained.

"She obviously didn't."

"We heard some screaming and yelling, but, then, it got quiet. We thought she already killed you and was trying to figure out what to do with your body."

"I'm still breathing. My body doesn't need to be hidden or buried or whatever," Wade insisted, his voice reflecting his irritation.

"I think we're just surprised that you are," Justin said.

"I wasn't banging your woman. Don't worry," he sneered.

"Wait. What? You and Jamie?" Heath asked, turning to Justin, complete shock on his face.

"What?" Justin asked, completely confused at the accusation that was just thrown in his direction.

"Don't play dumb with me," Wade muttered.

"What are you talking about?"

"Nothing," he grumbled.

"No. No. No. If you think that there's something going on between Jamie and me, then, say something to me about it...because you're so wrong, it isn't even funny. We talk, yeah. We're kind of friends now. But that's all there is between us. There's nothing for you to be jealous of," Justin explained.

"You think I'm jealous of you?" Wade shot back in disbelief.

"Obviously, you are. You're getting all pissed off at me because Jamie and I are friends."

"Friends? That's what you call it? You two were bloody flirting with each other. It was absolutely disgusting."

"We weren't flirting with each other. We were just watching 'Jersey Shore'. Seriously, get over it."

"Guys, just calm down," Heath tried to intervene before the situation escalated any further.

Justin shook his head and let out a deep breath. "Listen, Wade, I know how you feel about Jamie, okay? Everyone knows how you feel. You're crazy about her. And I would never do that to you, man. You're my friend. And she's my friend, too...just my friend. Nothing more than that," Justin explained. "Seriously, it's not like that at all. Sometimes we talk and watch TV together but that's it. I'm not trying to step on your toes and steal her out from under you or anything."

Wade sighed, knowing Justin was being honest with him. "She's just really frustrating me lately," he admitted. "More than usual. I feel like she's trying to make me jealous, and it's working really well."

"What happened last night?" Heath asked.

"I can't remember," he said. "All I remember is waking up next to her this morning…and…I dunno."

"Wade, are you in love with her?" Justin finally asked the question that was on everyone's mind.

"What? No!" he quickly replied…too quickly.

"If you're in love with her, you can just admit it," Heath said.

"I'm not. It's just a stupid crush, really. That's all. An insignificant infatuation. I'm sure it'll pass soon enough. Just in the mean time, it's something I've got to deal with."

"Uh huh," Justin replied, obviously not believing him.

"It's the truth."

"Sure," Heath said, nodding, also not believing him.

Wade rolled his eyes.

"I think you just need to call a truce with Wade," Justin said, as he, Jamie and John Cena were sitting in her bedroom, after the evening's house show.

"I agree with Gabriel over here," John said with a nod.

"And why do you think that?" she asked, raising her eyebrows at the absurd suggestion.

"He's really serious about his feelings for you, and I think the fact that he's getting nowhere, no matter how hard he tries, is making him seriously crazy. This morning, he accused us of flirting and stuff and got all pissy with me...like there was actually something going on between us," Justin explained.

John laughed. "He really thought the two of you were flirting? Aren't you gay, dude?" he asked, still laughing at the prospect of Justin and Jamie.

Justin looked at him with a straight face, not finding him amusing, and shook his head. "Um, actually I'm not, man," he replied. "I'm straight...always have been."

John stopped laughing abruptly, feeling like a bit of an asshole. "Oh. Sorry, man. Guess, I probably shouldn't have attempted to out you to everyone out there the other night, then, huh? Since obviously, you don't have that kind of alternative lifestyle..."

"Well, it's not like I was seriously offended or anything. I don't have any problems with anyone being gay, but I thought that you knew I was straight. I didn't think you were actually serious about what you were saying. I thought you were just trying to be funny..."

"Whoops," John said with an innocent smile. "My bad."

Jamie bit her lower lip to try to hide the smile that was threatening to form on her facem which would have led to her busting out laughing. "Anyway, he really accused us of flirting?" she asked, changing the subject, before John looked like even more of an ass than he already did.

"Yeah. He's got it bad for you."

"Well, it's not gonna happen."

John shot her a look. "Why not, Miss High and Mighty? Do you think you're too good for your leader?" he teased.

"It's obvious that there's something going on between the two of you," Justin said with a nod.

"I feel nothing for him," she denied.

"Bullshit, you can't fucking lie to me," John refused to believe her. "I know you a lot better than that. That wasn't even like a good attempt to lie to me. That was a blatant lie, and I'm offended you think I'd even fall for that shit."

"I don't. He annoys the fuck out of me. He's an arrogant bastard, and I don't find that attractive in the least," she continued her denial. "And don't give me that bullshit that you're offended, Mister I Told Everyone that Justin Gabriel was Gay Because I Really Thought He was, When I Never Even Bothered to Find Out that He Isn't Because I'm an Idiot." John put his hands up, surrendering to her.

"You want him," Justin spoke up.

She shook her head. "Absolutely not."

"I'm not stupid. You can see it in the way you look at him, when you think that no one's looking."

"Yeah. Face it, Jay, you want Barrett, and you want him bad," John teased her with a smirk.

"I hate you both. And what you see in my eyes is nothing but disdain for the prick," she replied with an eye roll.

"You really expect us to believe that crock?"

"Yes," she said giving John a dirty look and folding her arms over her chest. "Because it's not a crock, it's the fucking truth."

"Yeah, okay," he responded with a laugh. "Well, it seems that I have to run, you two. It's been real, but I have an interview in…oh wow, in less than three minutes. Whoops. Guess I better start running back to my room because the guy is probably waiting outside of the door, and I'm the asshole who was too busy teasing my best lady friend and insulting my new straight, guy friend." He gave Jamie a kiss on the head and nodded in Justin's direction, before Justin stood up, and they did the guy handshake/hug thing that guys do. "Always a pleasure, my heterosexual friend, and my lying, bitchy best friend."

"Bye, dickbag," Jamie said, rolling her eyes, obviously a little annoyed with his accusations.

"Later," Justin said, as John left the room, leaving Jamie and Justin alone to continue the conversation.

"We know you slept with him…as in the Nexus guys...we all know."

"How?"

"Well, he wouldn't confirm anything, but the scratch marks on his back gave it away," he explained.

"Oh? And which time was this?" she asked, not thinking about the words that were coming out of her mouth. Her eyes widened upon realizing what she just said. "I meant…um…when...to when are you referring...because I-I don't recall..."

"You had sex with him again?" he asked her in shock.

"What? Me? No!"

Justin smirked. "You're lying. When else?"

"When else what?"

He gave her a look. "Don't even try to play that game with me. Come clean about it right now."

Jamie sighed. "Ugh fine. I hate you for this, though. So maybe we did it like…seven other times."

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"Well, that night that I got stuck in the car alone with him for that drive, when I was supposed to be making it alone…without him, we stopped off at a hotel because we were exhausted…and they only had one room available with one king-sized bed in it. I offered to share it with him because I felt bad making him sleep on the little couch….and then, we started talking and stuff, and we did it…that night. And then, we might have done it…six times…the next morning before we got back out on the road," she admitted, looking down.

"Holy shit. You two are like animals."

"No…"

"Bullshit. So, what the hell is the issue then? You two should obviously be together. You're having sex with each other like it's going out of style, every chance you get."

"It's just sex with us. No emotions."

"I told you not to lie to me."

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

"Jamie."

"Fine. Maybe there are some emotions," she finally admitted. "But so fucking help me God, if you breathe a word of this to anyone, and I mean anyone, I will fucking kill you, and no one will ever find your body," she threatened him.

"Okay, but if you do care about him, and everyone knows how crazy he is about you, then, why can't you two just be together and make life easier for everyone involved in this whole little love story?" Justin asked.

"There's no love story."

"Oh yes there is."

"It's just complicated."

He gave her a look, before shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "Physics is pretty complicated. Figuring out how to make world peace happen, that's complicated. Figuring out a Rubix Cube, that's complicated for a lot of people...including myself. Figuring out how to fix the world's economy, that's turning out to be a pretty complicated task, as well. Raising kids, I'm sure there are plenty of parents in this world who find that complicated, too. I know my mom found me to be quite a pain in the ass. Figuring out how to make a robot that can do everything a human can do, to me, that's pretty friggen complicated, and I'm pretty sure the majority of people would agree with me on that one, too. There are a lot of things in this world that are complicated. You and Wade, on the other hand, aren't complicated at all. There's no reason for you to not be with the man that you love."

"I never said I love him."

"Well, the man that you like, then," he corrected himself, even though he believed he got it right the first time around.

"I can't be in a relationship."

"Why not?"

"I'm just not cut out for that whole thing."

"Meaning…?"

"I just don't date, okay?"

"Wade isn't like the douche bags you've probably been around. He's a good guy, and he'd do anything to make you happy. The man is dead serious about his intentions."

"For the time being."

"No. Definitely not. He's not a love 'em and leave 'em or hump 'em and dump 'em type of guy. You should know that first hand because the more you two end up sleeping together, the more he wants you. Everyday it's so obvious that he wants you more and more. Besides you've made him invest so much energy into making something happen with the two of you that I'm pretty sure he wants to be with you for a long time because if he didn't, he probably would have given up by now. There are plenty of men who probably are in love with women who've put them through hell, but I doubt any of them have stuck around after everything you've done to break the poor guy."

Jamie shrugged. "I dunno."

"It's true."

"I've been burned so many times that I honestly don't know what to think or do."

Justin shook his head. "Guys can definitely be assholes. I'm a guy. I'd know. But Wade isn't like that. He legitimately wants to be with you. He adores you."

"For now, he cares so much and adores me, but what happens if I were to get attached, and then, he changes his mind and doesn't want to be with me anymore?" she asked. "Then, what am I supposed to do? I have to have a reminder of what I can't have anymore because we work together? That's a great fucking idea."

"I'm telling you that's not gonna happen."

"You can't promise me that," she shot back.

"I can tell you that there's no chance it would happen."

"Well, I'm glad you're just so confident about this whole fucked up situation, but I'm not convinced, and it's my opinion on this issue that matters the most."

Justin sighed. "You're so fucking difficult. You are aware of that, right?"

She nodded. "Yup. Absolutely."

"Well, I'm just warning you, Wade isn't giving up on you anytime soon. So, I hope you're getting used to it."

"He should. I will never be with him."

"I don't believe that for a second, and anyone who would believe that, is an idiot."

"You should believe me."

"Well, maybe you think I should, but I know I definitely don't," he replied.

"Whatever."

Justin smirked. "He's really crazy about you, ya know."

"It doesn't mean anything. He has a crush on me because I made it clear to him that he can't have me. It's just a case of a guy wanting what he can't have. Big surprise. What's new? Men always want what they can't have. Wade Barrett is no exception."

"Definitely not the case," he disagreed.

She rolled her eyes. "And I'm the difficult one. You're the one who's disagreeing with me."

"Because you're talking out of your ass. Just give the guy a friggen chance. He won't let you down."

"You can't guarantee that. So, don't go ahread and make promises that you're not gonna be able to keep."

"You just don't get it," he mumbled, getting annoyed with how stubborn and thick headed she was being.

"Don't piss me off."

"It's impossible not to."

"You were doing just fine before you had to bring him up."

"Fine, then. Let's change the subject."

"Thank you."

"What else would you like to talk about?" he asked.

"So, John thought you were gay...how about them apples?"