I've Never Been So Wrong

A couple of days had passed since she had been asked out by Bo, since Jon had called her and questioned her about moving out, since she'd thought about her parents.

Word of her moving in with Sara had spread almost as quickly as word of her going on a date. She had, yet again, become the centre of unwanted attention amongst the developmental roster.

It wasn't going to bother her, though, it just made her more determined to work hard and show people that she was getting better – it was common knowledge that a lot of the talent still didn't believe that she had what it took to be training there let alone be on television.

She hadn't been a cheerleader in nearly two years and she'd been on the squad for even less than that but the stigma was something she knew would be hard to shake. With the approval of the harlequin gimmick she was essentially doing what the company wanted her to do – use her cheerleading background in the ring – but it was on her own terms and she was happy to be doing it.

It was a Monday and the Friday before Kenneth Cameron had been released by the company after an altercation with a police officer. This meant that Darcy was no longer a servant to The Ascension but solely to Connor O'Brian. Despite her insistence, she was not going to debut her new gimmick until early in the New Year.

"Where's he taking you?" Saraya asked, stretching out across the floor and staring up at Darcy. Darcy and Ashley were on their way out when Ashley had pulled Darcy over to Saraya.

Darcy relayed the name of the restaurant in a hoity voice and both girls pulled faces. Darcy had almost fallen over when Bo had told her where he wanted to take her.

"You need to go dress shopping," Ashley told Darcy as she looked up and down her body. "Jeans and a leather jacket definitely aren't going to cut it."

"I know," Darcy deadpanned, running her hands over the fronts of her jeans. Dress shopping had never been something she enjoyed – she could count the number of times she'd done it on one hand.

"You don't sound at all happy to be going on this date," Saraya commented. "Why are you going on a date you don't want to go on?"

"I need to get back in the game and if the first stepping stone is Bo Dallas so be it." The shrug that accompanied her statement caused Ashley and Saraya to look at her in absolutely disbelief.

"That's terrible," Saraya admonished.

"I'm a terrible person."

"When is it?" Ashley quickly changed the topic away from the man Darcy was going on a date with.

"The Friday after the tapings."

"Huh," Ashley murmured, turning her entire body to face Darcy, "That's Ambrose's birthday."

"Is it?" Darcy asked, feigning ignorance. "I didn't know."

Ashley rolled her eyes, "If this is to get back at him-"

Darcy groaned and walked away from them only to be followed.

"Why does everything I do have to be because of him? I can't have my own life, now?"

"Not everything is to do with him," Ashley argued. "This, though, is very much to do with him."

"I want to go on a date with Bo Dallas," Darcy said sternly. "I hope I'm not the first and I sure as hell hope I'm not the last."

"Can we at least come and help you get ready?" Saraya asked as they chased Darcy out the back door of the training centre. She was heading towards her smoking spot.

"No."

"Why not?"

"This is your first date since we've known you and you won't let us help you?"

"Sara can help me - not that I need help."

"You're going to let your boss help you get ready for a date?"

"Boss, friend, cohabitant-"

"That's a big word there, Darcy. Have Sara and Ben been tutoring you?"

"Go fuck yourself." It was without conviction and she even laughed.

Darcy pulled her cigarettes and lighter from her pocket and stood with her back leant up against the wall, lighting up. Paige looked at her enviously – she knew better than to smoke during the middle of a training session – while Ashley rolled her eyes.

"So, I found a place to rent."

Darcy noticed out of the corner of her eye that both Ashley and Saraya turned to look at her with raised eyebrows. Neither of them said anything, maybe afraid that they were seconds away from Darcy yelling, they just looked between each other and Darcy.

"Nothing?" Darcy asked, turning her head with a slight smile. "No? Okay. Well, it's three bedrooms so I'm going to have to find roommates." It was clear that the idea of having roommates wasn't ideal but at the same time it wasn't optional.

"My lease is up next month," Saraya said suddenly. "Emma and I need a new place."

"Emma?" Darcy questioned in the least enthusiastic voice Saraya had ever heard her use.

"She's not bad," Saraya said defensively. "Seriously, you need to give people a chance."

"She's Australian."

"I'm English, though?"

"Australian's are too happy."

Saraya and Ashley, again, looked at each other but Darcy ignored them and continued smoking. She eventually agreed to let Saraya and Emma see the house. It was a good idea and she couldn't deny it. She needed the roommates to help her pay rent – without them she'd be back to living in other people's houses and she was getting sick of doing that.

The house wasn't too far from Full Sail University and the future location of the WWE Performance Centre – it was for that reason that Darcy had decided it was perfect; walking to either would not be a problem at all.

"Why are you moving here?"

"It's a good place, close to things-"

"No, let me rephrase that. Why are you moving out of Jon's?" Saraya asked, pulling Darcy into the master bedroom and away from Emma. "He's not even home so don't tell me it's because you're sick of sleeping on the couch."

"We slept together."

Saraya's formed a perfect 'o' and realisation overcame her face.

"People say that sex doesn't make things weird but fuck does it make things weird," she said rather loudly. "If we're sharing... I slept with Matt."

"Matt who?"

"Corey Graves," Saraya revealed and Darcy stopped thinking about Jon all together. She leaned closer with a gaping mouth before pulling her head back and scrunching up her nose.

"Why the fuck did you sleep with Matt?! He's eight years older than you! He's Matt! And you made it weird? It was weird while it was happening, believe me." Darcy then took a second to breathe before muttering, "She slept with Matt."

"You slept with Jon!" Saraya counted loudly.

Darcy straightened up and her eyes darted to the door, wondering if Emma could hear their conversation. She quickly moved forward to shut it. The two Divas stared at each other but Darcy was the one to break the silence.

"Yeah, I slept with Jon but we've been in some weird fucking limbo for a long time now. How do you sleep with Matt? When did you sleep with Matt?"

"We did Thanksgiving together."

Darcy sighed deeply. It explained why he had said no when she asked him if he wanted to join her at Sara's.

"You did Thanksgiving? You're British."

"I don't know! He asked if I had any plans and then said that I could join him for shitty movies and shitty Chinese. Are you jealous? Is that why you're being really weird right now."

"I'm being really weird right now because two of my best friends are fucking, or fucked, and now it's weird between them. I can't live knowing this information," she said dramatically, leaning against the wall and sliding to sit on the ground.

Saraya slid down the wall beside her and the two stared into the opposite wall.

"I mean, I don't know what to do. We slept together and now he won't even look at me."

"It's Matt. Believe me, you're better off."

"Are you capable of serious conversations? Because we also need to discuss your weird."

Darcy nodded and leant her head back against the wall and listened to what Saraya had to say. Sparing all the gory details – Darcy was quick to prevent that from happening – Saraya explained that they'd slept together Thanksgiving night and when they'd woken up the next morning things had been less normal but not unbearable. It was when she saw him at work next that she realised just how uncomfortable things had become; he was turning around whenever he saw her and avoiding eye contact at all costs.

Though she tried to think of something, Darcy had no advice. At least no advice that Saraya was willing to take. She suggested ambushing him when he was in the locker room, just rocking up to his house and demanding answers or calling him nonstop until he answered his phone.

"That's not even much different to what happened with me," Darcy said slowly. "We fucked and then I fell asleep and when I woke up he'd fucked off to Indiana."

"That's why you busted your hands?" Saraya asked, reaching to check Darcy's knuckles. They were better and no longer bandaged but still in no shape to be using punching bags.

"He's a fucking cunt," Darcy grumbled as she pushed herself to her feet. "I just feel really pathetic, you know? I can't get over it and I'm trying but he's always in my head and I can't work out why he would do it. I don't know – I've never felt like this."

"I think you might be in love," Saraya offered hesitantly. "Do you think you might be?"

"I'm going to speak to Matt," Darcy said, avoiding the conversation that Saraya clearly wanted to have.

"No!" Saraya said quickly, reaching forward to grab at Darcy's legs, only Darcy was too far away and Saraya ended up falling onto her face.

"Way to go, retard."

They walked back out to see Emma sitting on the kitchen counter using her phone. The Australian didn't seem too fussed that they had been having a private conversation without her – she'd probably heard what they were talking about and thought it best to leave them alone.

"I like it," she told Darcy, gesturing to the house.

"We can't move in until next month, though. The owner's going to do some painting and I think getting a new washer and dryer."

Saraya smiled at Darcy, thankful that she was being nice to Emma and had warmed up to the idea of having her as a roommate. Darcy pulled a dumb face back, trying to conceal the cogs that were turning in her brain. She was definitely going to talk to Matt because a) he hadn't told her that he slept with Saraya and b) he was a total dick about it.

Granted she knew that if Saraya spoke to Jon she'd be angry but Darcy had always been the hypocritical type.