Chapter 11: I Told You

"You could've been really hurt. I'm sorry," Dave said quietly, obviously ashamed of himself as he grabbed his shirt and left.

"But Dave!" Elena called after him. He didn't answer her or stop as he stormed out the gym. "Dave please wait!" she cried running after him. By the time she had reached the lobby, he was gone. Oh great. Again, I make someone upset. It just seems to be my habit. She thought sadly to herself as she started to head back to her room. "Oh wait!" She ran back into the gym to grab the jacket he had let her use as a pillow. Elena held it close to her, his scent calming her, as tears started to form. "I better give it back to him." she told herself as she slowly made her way to the elevator. To hell with the stairs. If I have to fight another asshole, fine.

Elena kept Dave's jacket close to her, afraid he was angry with her for getting in the way and then yelling at him. I had no right to do that. He told me to stay back and I didn't. If I had gotten hurt it would've been my own fault. She thought to herself as she looked at the numbers on the dial. Just two more floors before she would confront him, and her legs had started to shake. What if he's REALLY mad at me? Maybe he won't want me as their manager anymore. Not that I'd blame him, I don't think I was cut out for it anyway. Elena's thoughts were interrupted by the ding and halt of the elevator. "Well, here it goes," she sighed as she stepped off and into the hallway. Elena followed the long rows of doors to her final destination.

Now it was a simple white door in her way of giving Dave his jacket back. "Okay, just knock, hand it to him and leave." Elena rehearsed to herself and raised her hand. "Maybe I'll knock and just leave it on his doorknob. I could probably get back to the elevator in time. Yeah, that's what I'll do." Elena laid his jacket, reluctantly, onto the doorknob, and knocked meekly against the painted wood. As soon as she did, she hurriedly walked towards the elevator.

"Elena?" a voice called out to her. Elena stopped in her tracks, just feet from the elevator, and turned to face him.

"Dave I–oh!" Elena turned back around with her hand over her eyes. Dave was standing in the middle of the hallway in nothing more than a towel, still wet from his shower. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you were in the middle of something! I just came by to drop off your jacket!" Elena explained, thinking she was in trouble.

While she was rambling, she felt a hand land on her shoulder. Elena jumped at the feeling, and quickly turned to see Dave looking down at her. "Come on, let's get out of the hallway," he said as he placed his hand on the small of her back to lead her back to his room. Elena went along quietly just trying to look at the floor. The only clue she got that she was in a different room was the change in the carpet, and the sound of a door closing. "I'll just get dressed real quick, okay? Help yourself to anything in the fridge," Dave called out as he walked into his bedroom.

He sounds nice enough, Elena thought as she sat on his couch. What should I say to him? Maybe just say 'Be ready for Wednesday'. Yeah, that'll work. She was interrupted by Dave's door opening, and Dave walking in while buttoning his white shirt. When he was done, he looked up at her, hands on his hips. Not as if he was mad, but as if he were nervous. "Listen Dave, I–"

"Are you sure you're not hurt?" Dave cut in, almost worriedly.

"Uh...yes, I'm fine. I told you before, I got out of the way just in time," she replied softly. "You're not hurt, are you?" Elena asked him.

"No I'm fine," Dave stated.

"Well that's good. We'll need you in good shape Wednesday, and on Friday when we take on MNM for another chance at the titles," Elena chuckled nervously and started heading for the door. "Well I'll see you–"

"Elena, please." Dave said, looking at her in a serious manner. Elena turned to look back at him.

"Listen Dave, I didn't mean to make you angry. I told you I wasn't perfect, and that I didn't deserve the attention I get from you. So don't be angry at something I did wrong when I warned you about it before hand," Elena told him a little sternly. Dave looked a little taken aback by her statement. "You could've hurt yourself really badly, and I don't want to see that happen to you. I'll see you on Wednesday." Elena had her hand on the doorknob, before a hand took her arm.

"Elena, I'm not mad at you," Dave stated, gently turning her to face him. Elena looked ready to cry. "I was never mad at you. I was mad at myself for almost seriously hurting you. I told you I would never do that, and today I almost...I'm sorry." Elena looked at him surprised as he turned away, running his hand through his hair.

"Dave, I didn't think–" Elena started. Dave didn't look at her, simply leaned against the counter top. "Fine, I'll go." she said and opened the door.

"Elena wait," Dave started as he came after her.

"No! Damnit I told you how I was! But you didn't listen! And now you decide that you can be mad at me! You act as if you're blaming yourself, yet acting all angry with me! Well to hell with it! I'll see you Wednesday, and we're going to train for Friday, got it?!" Elena yelled. Dave was surprised to say the least as she quickly slammed the door shut. Dave swung open the door only to see her running to the elevator, wiping at her eyes.

"Wait!" he called out, but Elena had already pushed the button to close the elevator doors.

"I'll see you and Rey on Wednesday," she said monotonously as the doors closed.

A/N: I'm SO sorry for the delayed update. I have SO many stories to keep up with now, but I have no one to blame but myself. So again, I'm very sorry :)