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Chapter 37 : Apology Accepted
My face was a mix of shock and confusion. I was positioned in front of a TV set in the back and I had just witnessed Randy's run in. He never told me about this and I am Shane's assistant/secretary. You would think I would know about it. But now, thinking back I remember our last meeting and how he didn't have much for me and was focusing on this one particular document; that was probably it.
I had gotten out of my meeting with Chris about ten minutes earlier. Basically, he did blame me and he thought this was some type of punishment for him making the bet, which he still denies. I told him that I have absolutely nothing to do with script writes and even if I did I wouldn't jeopardize his career to get back at him.
I walked back to my office to gather my things and head out. I looked around the office a couple times to make sure I didn't forget anything before I left. As I was walking out I waved to the crew and people I have met. I made my way to Paul's car and waited for them there. About five minutes waiting, I sensed someone by me so I looked up. My eyes were met with a familiar pair of brown eyes. My face remained emotionless as I looked away from the eyes and focused my attention on the back door of the garage.
"Listen. I know that you are probably pissed. And I would be too. But you have to understand, I didn't do it. I never made that bet." Carlito pleaded with me. I stood there for a few minutes, keeping my attention on the door, thinking over what he had said. "You gotta believe me." He said desperately. I turned my eyes to connect with his and study his expression and posture. He isn't his usual cocky, arrogant, funny self.
"Why do you even care if I believe the bet or not?" I asked trying to find out his true thoughts.
"Because you are a really good friend of mine. I know I have only known you for a short period of time, and that we got started off on the wrong foot, but the time we have spent together, it was like being back home, messing with my friends and family. I connected with you so fast. That's why I feel that if you believe the bet, then you wont spend time with me and that would crush me." He said trying to convince me that he wasn't involved in any bet. I looked at him again, still trying to decided whether I should believe him. But after I saw the desperation and anxiety shining from his eyes I was sold.
"Alright. I believe you." I said and he let out a huge breath.
"Thank you." He mumbled.
"Hey. No need to thank me." I said and squealed as he picked me up and spun me around.
"So what are you doing tonight?" He asked after he set me down. "Who you waiting for? Me right?" He asked cocky. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at that comment. He was back to his normal self.
"I don't have anything planned tonight. And I'm waiting for Paul, Glen, and Rob. They are my ride." I said looking at my watch to see what was taking them so long.
"Hey. Ditch those losers and come out with me tonight. I can drive you back to the hotel and we can change and then head over to a club." He suggested. I looked at him wondering if I should or not. It did sound like fun. I think he caught onto this because he leaned forward. "Come on. You will have a great time. Promise. And, I'll even dance with you." He stated. I was really shocked because he never liked to dance.
"Fine. I'll go with you. Just let me call Paul and tell him." I said searching for my cell phone in my purse.
"Sounds good. I'll be back in a few minutes. I have to go get my bag." He said and was off.
I dialed the number and it was picked up after the second ring.
"We're coming. We just got out of the shower." Paul answered.
"Don't worry about it. Carlos said he'd give me a ride." I said using the name I call Carlito sometimes. I'm convinced its his real name but he won't tell me if I am right or wrong. "Then we're going to go to a club after. You should come by." I said trying to be polite.
"Okay. Be safe. No, I think I am going to pass on the offer. I am a little tired and I have to be up early tomorrow morning." He denied softly.
"Alright. So I'll probably see you tomorrow sometime?" I asked hopeful.
"Of course. Bye." He said.
"Bye." I said before we clicked off. I went to my phonebook and dialed Randy's number. I was hoping to go to his room tonight to hang out but right now going out to a club sounds better.
"Hello Beautiful." He answered enthusiastically.
"Hey. How are you doing?" I asked happily.
"Pretty good. So, are you going to grace me with your presence this evening?" He asked.
"See. That is actually why I called. I was planning to but, then Carlito asked me to a club and I just haven't been to one in so long. You should stop by." I said hopefully.
"Man. Ok. You go ahead. I might stop by but I might not. Haven't figured it out yet." We talked for a few more minutes before we hung up. I saw Carlito coming out about two minutes later.
"Ready Sweet Cheeks?" He asked while whistling.
"Yeah." I said as I hopped in on the passenger side of his rental car. After he turned the ignition I was greeted with the sound of Nickelback. "Finally, someone with some taste." I said after I sighed loudly.
"What?" He asked with a laugh, really confused.
"Everyone I have been in a car with listens to rap, except Paul. Now I'm not saying that its terrible, I mean on occasion, rap artists have a stroke of genius and even have me listening to the song, but more times than not, I listen to all rock." I said, finishing with a nod of my head.
"I see." He said. We made lots of small talk to rest of the ride to the hotel. Once we were there we made our way out of the car and Carlito yelled at me to please get his bag in the trunk because he was talking to a wrestling buddy, I think it was Charlie Haas. I got the bag, only because he was my ride to the club. So I waited by the lobby entrance for a while before I finally saw him coming by.
"Finally. Geez. What took you so long? And what do you have in here? Its like 400 pounds." I said and dramatically dropped the bag on his foot.
"First, that hurt. Second, I wasn't that long and I was talking to Charlie. Third, I have my wrestling stuff in here and it is definitely not 400 pounds." He picked it up and slung it over his shoulder and walked in the lobby next to me.
"You could have speeded things up. That was valuable time I could have spent grooming myself. Now we are going to be late." I said as we got in the elevator and pressed our perspective floors.
"Oh please. Again, I wasn't gone that long. And we are not going to be late. Late to where anyway? There is no such thing while attending a club." He said as we reached my floor.
"Whatever. Give me like 45 minutes." I said while walking off.
"Hey. Don't dress too slutty, but hey I wont be complaining if it is sexy." He yelled after me. Once again, I rolled my eyes at him.
Once in my hotel room, I stripped off my clothes really fast and took a very short shower. After that, I dried my hair and curled it. After that I applied my makeup and went looking for something to wear. After many different looks, I decided on a red colored halter top that stops at right above my hip and a white denim miniskirt that hit a little about mid thigh. I matched it with red pumps. I grabbed my clutch and walked in the bathroom to check my makeup. I heard a knock and quickly fixed my hair and walked to the door opening it and saw Carlito. I offered him a smiled before I closed the door behind me.
"So where are we going to?" I asked as we made our way to the elevator with my arm linked with his.
"This one that Chris told me he went to last night. He said they has some hot chicks." He said and I guess he didn't know that me and Chris weren't the best of friends right now.
"That's cool." I said as we stepped in the elevator. I was looking down at my shoes trying to think of something to start a new subject. "So, do you like my new shoes?" I asked and held up one of my legs a little off the ground and rotated from side to side so he could get a good look.
"You have new shoes on every time I see you." He said with an eye roll.
"No I don't. I just have lots of shoes. These ones really are new. Shoes are a girls best friend you know? So what do you think of them?" I asked showing them off once more.
"They are very sexy." He said as we reached the lobby. He was walking really fast for some reason.
"Hey, wait, slow down. These shoes may look good but they aren't fast walkers." I said trying to catch up with him. He stopped for a second before turning to me and picking me up and putting me over his shoulder. My first instinct was to hold down my skirt so no one can look up it. Then I started telling him to put me down.
"No, I'm not going to put you down, you walk too slow." He said. I tried to get him to put me down but he didn't listen. He carried me all the way to the car and set me down next to the passenger side door.
"What you aren't going to open the door for me?" I asked with a smile sarcastically.
"You have fingers. You can manage." He said as he slid into the drivers seat. I giggled and looked across the parking garage as I was opening the door. My eyes locked with those of Chris Masters. He looked hurt, sad and angry. I smiled at him as I slid into my own seat with enthusiasm anxiously awaiting the dancing and partying that was going to take place this particular day.
A/N: okay. so not getting ANY reviews. i guess that means you guys dont like it. please review or this will be the last chapter because i dont want to write if no one is reading. thanks.
