Disclaimer: Not mine, incase I neglected to tell you so in the last chapter
Matt was trying to keep up with the two people in front of him, both of whom were walking at fast clips. He was practically jogging to keep up, but he couldn't help studying Horizon while he jogged.
She was pretty, not in the 'in-your-face' way Trish and Christy were, but it was subtle in the way her eyes sparkled, the way she looked so innocent yet fiery. She wasn't the tallest woman he'd ever seen, but she was close to his height, just a couple of inches shy of him. Her hair was wild, black with subtle, but obviously natural, streaks of blonde and brown. She wasn't exactly skinny, but you could never call her overweight, or even chubby. She was just... curvy. And had very nice curves, if he had to let himself in on that. The best thing he could tell about her were her eyes... gorgeous grey orbs that flashed different colours.
"What're you staring at, Hardy?" Horizon shot at him, not noticing that John had also been staring at her. Matt was startled, but smiled at her anyway.
"I'm staring at the woman I have to spend the next six to twenty-four months with. I'd rather look at you that him. He apparently agrees," he said, letting his drawl slip further into his voice. She looked confused, then looked at Cena only to be met by his eyes. She huffed in frustration, stopping abruptly in front of the last door in the corridor.
She pushed the door open and revealed her plain dressing room, inhabited only by a lone laptop and a red duffle bag. She held the door open for them, and they both walked in, and smiled when they both sat on the hard bench in front of the cubbies.
"So, why are we here today, boys?" she asked, moving to the bathroom in order to use the mirror.
"Meet and greet, babe," John said lightly, admiring the slight angle he was at, which gave him a perfect view of her legs. Matt was unable to see her at all, the angle of the door blocking his view.
"Don't call me babe. And fine. What do you wanna know?" she said, walking out of the bathroom looking like a different person. She only had on the lightest eyeliner, and a light pink eyeshadow instead of pounds of that creme stuff. She looked...
"Adorable," Matt said, before he could stop himself. She blushed. John flew back into the couch.
"You blush?" he asked, in mock amazement. She responded by flicking a hair tie at him.
"I wanna know about you. You know there are no bios anywhere on you, right?" Matt stated, and she nodded.
"I transferred from TNA. Got tired of being grabbed. Came here. Anything else?" she said, an accent he didn't recognize slipping over her tone.
"I knew that. I wanted to know about your real past. Childhood, all that stuff."
"Oh. Ok. You sure?" she asked. Both Matt and John nodded. She sat on the couch between them.
" I was born in Liverpool, England. My mom died after our house burnt down, so I went to live in the states with my real dad when I was 14. I was a real problem, not the average thing you want in your 14 year old daughter. I cut myself, I starved myself, I drank. My parents had been really young, only about 15, when I was born, so my dad was still drawing in womne like flies. One of them sent me off to boarding school. I got into sports, mostly wrestling and soccer, and here I am. " she said. John looked stunned. Matt merely looked thoughtful.
"Why'd you do that to yourself?" John asked, his voice heavy. She grinned at him, her gaze sarcastic.
"Why didn't I? I wasn't anybody's dream girl. Let's face it, I was a chubby girl who stood out. I swear to god, I was the only girl with boobs and a butt. I was tall, I was to pale, you name it, it was wrong with me. Plus, hello, my mom had just died. I wanted to fit in. I couldn't take out my anger. The cutting stopped the spaz attacks, and starving was easier than being fat. Anything else?"
"No. Overload here. I can ask more later," John said. He was looking straight ahead, while Matt looked thunderstruck. Horizon was getting her duffel bag together when another thought struck John.
"Why's your name sound Asian if you're British?" he asked. She looked up with a smile.
"It's a fabricated name. Vince came up with it. My real name is Sabriel Harris," she said, smiling. Matt did a double take.
"Sabriel? What's that mean?" Matt asked her.
"Sun In Darkness," she grinned, and picked up her bag and car keys. "Ready to go?"
The three left in companionable silence, Matt carrying her bag, and John carrying her laptop, with her singing in an off-key voice.