"You guys go in," Autumn pointed at the entrance to the O2 arena that evening. "I don't want to see the show. I'll go get this shit with Jenny over with, then wait in that bar over there, meet me after the show and we can make our way over to the club."
"You sure honey?" said Jess.
"Totally, I've seen enough of it during the last two weeks," she confirmed.
Dialling Jenny's number, Autumn waited for her to pick up.
"Jenny? It's Autumn, I'm here. Where are we meeting?...Inside the arena?... I'd rather not, can we not meet in one of the bars outside, I really do not want to see anyone... I realise I'm not in a position to dictate... but honestly, this is some sort of mistake... OK thanks, I'll see you in a few minutes."
Autumn nervously settled in to a booth in an emptying bar next to the arena and ordered a diet coke. She waited and waited till finally she saw Jenny enter the bar, immaculately dressed as usual and approach the table but she looked pissed off. Sitting down and shaking her head, Jenny got straight to business.
"I think I've got to the bottom of why you did it Autumn. I've just had an extremely stressful day because of this, it's been very embarrassing for me because I stuck my neck out so that Dean could have you on this tour. I told you to keep yourself out of trouble and you blatantly defied me because of some stupid schoolgirl jealously!"
"Jenny, please listen. I really do not know what you are talking about..." Autumn protested.
But Jenny interrupted her, "Do you deny that Scarlett told you about her and Dean? And that you saw them together after the show in the corridor?"
"No, yes, I mean part of that is correct but..." Autumn tried in vain to be heard.
"Because that's what Scarlett has told me happened and then I assume that in a fit of jealously you posted that article embarrassing her and the company and took a flight home! The poor girl was in fits of tears when she found out. We took the post down before it did too much damage but it's still out there. You knew what you were doing." Jenny looked severe.
"Look, I really did not post anything, when I sent you the drafts for checking that's the last time I used the iPad. I don't know where the iPad is, I've looked everywhere, I think I must have left it in the arena in Scotland or at the hotel... I'll pay you for a new one I promise. Look here is my pass, have that back but I really do not have the iPad." Autumn tried to make her listen.
Jenny laughed mirthlessly, "That's very convenient isn't it? You are lucky that Dean is going to be such a big star here because he persuaded management not to press charges on you for defamation but you are hereby banned from any of our shows and property forthwith."
At the mention of Dean's name Autumn struggled to hold back the tears, "Did Dean?... I mean has he said anything about me...oh God this is such a mess..."
Jenny melted just slightly, "Look if I am being honest with you, Dean is really to blame for all this and I should never have helped him out but he is the star here and gets special treatment. He's been ranting and raging that's all I'll say, but it just won't work Autumn. You know that really don't you? You have got to toughen up to live in Dean's world. It's a shame because you are really good at what you do, keep at it. If you want any advice, go back to your life and find a nice boy away from all this madness."
She stood up to leave and looked down at the tearful girl. 'Oh, why am I so soft,' she scolded herself, "Autumn, forget about the iPad. Goodbye."
Autumn nodded back at her unthinkingly, wracking her brains at how this could have happened. She pulled out her phone, tapped into the bar's wifi. For a start it would be good to know what she was meant to have written. It didn't take her long to find the deleted article, she just followed a few fan tweets about it and then found a link to a copied picture of it.
I interviewed Scarlett Raine earlier today and without doubt she is the biggest bitch, I have ever met in the hole of my life. Some say she is prety, well I say she is prety awful. It's no wonder, the company won't let her near a title shot and hold her back from the main event. She is nothing but a thick, playboy bunny.
The first thing that struck Autumn was that it was so far removed from the well structured flattering piece that she had written, it was far shorter than she usually posted and was littered with spelling and punctuation mistakes!
'Someone has fucked me up on this,' she thought, her tears turning to ice cold anger, 'and I bet I know who. I'll show them who's tough. I'll show all of them...'
Meanwhile, in the arena Becca and Jess were enjoying a front row seat again. They had noticed with annoyance that Scarlett had a prominent match which she won, obviously the company were giving her a better slot to help her feel better after all the drama of the previous night and day.
"She looks like a complete bitch doesn't she?," Becca whispered to Jess.
"Yeah, completely. Pampered princess," added Jess.
The main event rolled round and it was Rollins and Ambrose, once again putting on a stellar show. You could watch them fighting all day and not get fed up. Dean was acting especially crazy, not caring what he put his body through to achieve a great match. The bumps and flips they both sold had the crowd chanting 'this is awesome' and it was only halfway through the match.
"He is gorgeous isn't he?," said Jess, nudging Becca with her arm.
"Oh yeah," Becca replied, "especially in those tight leather biker trousers and no top, wow his body is good."
"Not Rollins, you doughnut! I meant Dean," Jess exclaimed.
"Sorry," Becca smiled, "they are both hot as hell though."
Yeah," Jess agreed.
Suddenly, Jess froze. "Um, Becca, I think Ambrose has recognised us, look," pointing at the ring.
Dean, had just performed his signature move, 'Dirty Deeds' on Seth who, like the pro he is, was writhing around on the canvas in agony when Dean, who was circling him like a lion with his prey, glanced into the crowd. His eyes narrowed as he saw Autumn's two friends. With Seth still on the floor, he jumped up on the bottom rope nearest the girls so he could check to see if Autumn was with them, to the crowd it just looked like he was showboating.
"Where is she?" he mouthed at them.
Becca crossed her arms, giving him a massive dirty look and shook her head, while Jess just stared at him open mouthed, dumbstruck at what was happening.
"Stay there," he muttered pointing at them before turning away, his gaze sweeping back to Seth and finished him off with another vicious 'Dirty Deeds' much to the delight of the crowd.
As soon as he was announced as the winner and his music hit, he jumped down and made his way quickly to where the girls were sat, they were already trying to make a quick exit but the crowd surged forward as Dean approached, blocking their way. Dean mindlessly signed autographs and high fived his fans but he sights were set on the two girls, his only link to Autumn. He needed to talk to them.
'Fuck,' he thought, too many fans around, but suddenly he didn't care, he needed to know if Autumn was OK.
"Becca, Jess," he called out. The girls turned, Becca looking pissed off and some fans stopped to see who he was speaking to.
"Girls, please, just tell me where she is and if she is OK," he cajoled. Jess, who had a softer heart than Becca was struck by the desolation in his beautiful blue eyes and stepped towards him but was hauled back by Becca.
"Fuck you Ambrose," she shouted, much to the surprise of the crowd. "I ought to bust you up for what you did to her, fucking around with that bimbo. You've broke her heart, you know that!?"
He processed this information and asked them, "Tell her I need to see her, please girls. I need to explain."
"Damn fucking right you do," said Becca in full flow.
"Dean, she'll be at the after show party at the club tonight, OK," Jess added.
He relaxed slightly at this knowledge. "Hey, thanks," he told them but looked at Jess when he said it, giving her the benefit of his once in million smile. No wonder Autumn is heartbroken, Jess thought, he is truly stunning. Becca though would take more winning over!