Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 23: Reid Flair
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"Alright, so the segment is before his match?" I asked the director.
"Yes, so in about twenty minutes or so, you wing it." he smiled giving me a thumbs up.
"Piece a cake." a friendly grin came across my face, then I turned on my heel, walking away. My high heel boots clicked on the cement floor, and several wrestlers waved at me. This should be a nice night, I've been in a pretty great mood. Yesterday, Tyler and I were discussing the whole situation between my father and him. Remember the ice skating rink? How my father decided to talk with my boyfriend? Well, Tyler decided to say that him and I had confidential information. Daddy wouldn't accept that answer, so he threatened her would kick his ass all over the ice, and I guess Tyler freaked. He said we didn't do anything that would make John upset. He said that he respected me, and wouldn't do anything too bad with me. Other than that, Tyler looked scared as hell when he came back from their little talk. Geez, what will we do with protective fathers these days? Thank god I don't have an older brother.
Entering the Women's Locker room, Ashley was lacing up her wrestling boots. On the other hand, Alexa was trying to pick between two bra tops.
"Which one should I wear Hayden?" she held them up in front of me. "The bright pink, or blue?"
My finger tapped my chin, and pointed to the pink top. "That one, I love the silver lining on it."
"Me too." she simply smiled, and headed to the back of the locker room.
"So, you have a tag team match tonight?"
Ashley stared up at me, and nodded. "Yeah, Alexa and I verse those skanks."
I laughed. "Kelly and Layla?"
"Excuse me, I am no skank." speaking of the devil. I turned my body toward her, to see she was dressed in a short mini pink skirt, and a V-Neck pink bra top.
"Keep believing that honey." I emphasized, receiving a scoff. She came towards me, pushing me lightly.
"Girls." Ashley put in. "Calm down."
"Don't you put your hands on me."
Who the hell does she think she is?
"Aw, I can't give you a light push? Why because your John Cena's daughter." she taunted, giving me another push.
"I said don't put your hands on me." I repeated the words, pushing her back.
"I can do whatever the hell I want." she shoved me again. That was it.
My two hands forced her to the ground, and a loud screech was heard. Stupid bimbo. Officials barged into the room, acting as if their was a huge fight.
"What is going on?" Lance asked staring at the small scene.
"She pushed me to the ground!" Kelly stood up, blaming it all on me.
I let out a sarcastic laugh, and shook my head. "Whatever, just get out of my face, skank."
She left the room, and Ashley was laughing, her face buried into her hands.
"You two have such a heated hate between each other." she brushed her hair, and firmly placed her black skull hat on her neatly straight hair.
"That's because she's such a--"
"I know, just don't mind her. Alright?" the Punk got up, and hugged me. "Wish me luck. Come on Alexa!"
She rushed out of the room, adjusting her curly brunette hair. "See you later Hayden!"
"Good luck girls!" my voice called out, and they disappeared from my sight.
Great, that blonde ruined my attitude for a brief moment. Sighing, I lifted my gym bag that had fallen on the floor, and set it on the bench. On the mirror was the match card. Do I have a match at all? I skimmed down the list, nope. I hate when they do that. Bright side? I get to have a short segment with Cody, is Tyler in it?
I took out my makeup bag, and applied a bit more eyeliner. Next, the pink lip gloss, and some concealer. My hair was kept down, and straight. I guess I looked nice for the segment. My lips allowed a satisfied sigh to escape, and I adjusted my crème colored top.
The door shut behind me, and I waited near Cody's locker room. The show had already started, and about two matches and a promo had passed.
"You ready Hayden?" the director said from behind.
"Of course." I nodded, and took a deep breath.
"In 5,4,3,2,1!" he counted down, and the cameras rolled.
Knocking on the door, I heard Cody's voice signal for me to go in. My hand twisted the knob, and my body entered the room. The crowd was most likely going crazy right now, they always do.
I saw Cody sitting on the bench, lacing up his boots. He glanced up at me, and grinned surprised.
"Hey Cody." I greeted him.
"Hey, what's up?" he sat patiently, waiting for my answer.
"..I wanted to say thanks for helping last week and all." I said all at once.
"No problem, I couldn't just watch one of the top divas get hurt." he smirked, standing up. "Plus it was your return."
My fingers combed my brunette locks, staring up at him.
"I guess, Tyler is such a jerk." I commented. "Anyway, thanks, uh, I'll see you around."
As I rotated to face the door, his hand grabbed my forearm lightly, catching my attention once more.
"By the way." Cody added with that adorable look. "You look cute today."
My cheeks heated up, damn Cody Rhodes. I stared down to the floor for a small second, and looked up. I leaned up, and kissed his cheek lightly, before I left the lockeroom. The segment finished, and the director prasied my abilities. That sure made my day a bit brighter. Now, what is next in my agenda, absoloutly nothing. Or, maybe I can interfere in that women's match? Hm, that's an option.
I walked down the hallway, and stopped at the certain lockeroom. Does he have a match tonight? I quickly went into the room, and saw him sitting on the couch watching the diva enter the ring.
"Having fun?" I burst into his thoughts. He smiled, opening his arms to me.
I jumped onto the couch, and he hugged me. "Good segment."
"Thanks, I had to wing it."
His eyes grew big, and a small frown played on his lips. "Does Tyler know that?"
"I dunno, I haven't seen him today." I said, as all the divas rallied up in the ring.
"I suggest you tell him that it was scripted."
I rose an eyebrow, and nodded. "Oh yeah, protective."
"In addition, he doesn't like Cody too much." daddy said, as he heard Ashley scream in pain.
Oh damn, Kelly and her stupid chin lock sumbission move. They were winning so far, Alexa looks like she wants to jump into that ring and kill everyone it. She's like me, can't stand losing.
"Should I go out there?"
Daddy shook his head, once Ashley reversed the lock, brining her into a clothesline.
"Don't, not unless someone goes out there to mess with them."
Nodding, we continued watching the match, and Alexa was tagged in, beastly fighting. Punches were everywhere, dropkicks succefully landing, Miz must be proud. He taught her most of her wrestling skills.
"Daddy, what's Ashley doing?" she lifted Kelly up into the FU position right in the center of the ring, meanwhiule theo ther divas were out of the ring.
"My move." he said stunned once she threw her down to the floor.
"Ashley just performed Cena's move!" King screamed with shock. "Did you see that J.R!"
"We know who has been teaching this young lady to wrestle." J.R replied, and the bell rang.
Ashley and Alexa's hands were held up in victory, and the skanks crawled up the ramp telling them off. My dad smirked, proud of himself. I knew that smirk, his 'conceited' smirk.
"You disgust me." I hollered, rolling my eyes.
"What? I'm proud that's all." he folded his arms into his chest, and a familiar voice echoed the television. No way, it can't be. He came down the ramp, wearing jeans, and a black shirt. My eyes grew big, and my heart raced with glee.
"Daddy!" I exclaimed jumping up and down. "Reid! He's on Raw!"
He held his ears, nodding his head."I know that babygirl, calm down."
"Why didn't you tell me he was getting drafted to Raw!"
"Because I knew you would act like this."
I slapped his arm, listening intently to the television. Reid Flair! I haven't spoken to him in the longest time! Him and I were very good friends when he first started training to be a wrestler. He's about a two years older than me, nineteen to be specific. We used to hang out all the time, training and just having fun. When he was sent to Smackdown, I felt so upset. We saw each other occasionally, but we were never able to hang out anymore. But, now, he's on Raw! We'll be on the same brand together, this is great!
"This is amazing." I squealed, and saw Raw go on commercial.
"Yeah, yeah." my dad said, sighing. "I got to go, main event tonight, Me vs Jeff Hardy."
"What!" I yelled. "Again? Why don't you tell me these things!"
"You will overreact and act oddly." he smiled kissing my temple. "See you later baby girl."
"Hope you lose!" I joked, as the door shut. Now, I'm stuck being a bored loser. The light bulb lit up, and a smile curled my lips. My body lifted from the couch, and I left the room. He should be coming through the halls any second right?
Coming down the hall, I fixed my hair, and seeked through the nearly empty hall. There, he is! I walked fastly, passing right through someone who called my name. "Hayden"
"Reid!" I shouted his name, and he stared at me. He smiled, flashing those white teeth.
My arms immediatly wrapped around him for a hug. His arms around my waist, lifting me off the ground a bit.
"I can't believe you're here." I said out loud.
"Yeah, isn't this nice." he responded, and I nodded.
"Definitly, not it can be like old times."
"Yeah, I've miss-"
"What is this?" Tyler's voice boomed into our conversation, uh oh. Reid closed his eyes for a second, and reopened them.
"Tyler." I said, letting go of Reid. "Where have you been?"
He stared at Reid, and then looked at me with hard eyes. "Looks who's here, Reid Flair."
"Isn't that great!" I enthusiastically stated, Tyler glared.
"..right, thanks for ignoring me back there." he told me with an upset look. crap, that was him?
"Sorry baby, I didn't mean to." I apologized. "Reid just suprised me that's all."
"...mhm." he plumped his lips together, just like his father did. "come on."
"What?" I confusely asked him, as he grabbed my hand.
"Your dad wants us.." he lied, what the hell?
"he's in a mat-"
"juat come on!" he snapped angrily, dragging me away.
"Talk to you later Reid." I called out, then turned back to Tyler. "What's up your ass?"
"No, the question is what's your problem?" he gritted through his teeth, and we entered his dad's lockeroom.
"I have no problem." My hands were firmly on my hips, and I was in front of Tyler.
"Well, first of all you kissed Cody, second you're hugging Reid, ignoring the fact I'm right there!" he complained, pointing out all those things. What the hell is his problem? I hate when he gets all jealous. Sometimes, it goes too far.
"Damnit it Tyler, that was the segment! It didn't mean anything, and you know that! Second of all, so what if I hugged Reid! He's a good friend of mine, I didn't notice you were there. You don't notice me when you're staring at the diva's chests. Do you see me screaming at you?"
He ran a hand through his hair, and sighed. He looked up at me with his green eyes. "Ok, I overreacted."
"Yes you did." I agreed, coming closer to him. His arms wrapped around my waist, and his lips touched mine. We always did find a way to make up. Its not like we usually fight everday, its rare occasions. We sat on the couch, his arms around me, and my head rested on his chest. We werre watching my dad get beat to death by the 'Rainbow Hair Warrior.'
"So, how was your match?" I started, as the show went to commercial.
"Good, I beat 'what's his face's' ass." he proudly answered. My butt vibrated, and I took out my cellphone. Flipping it to the typing board, I smiled.
Hey, wanna hang out tonight? Reid.
My fingers rapidly typed the answer, and I put my phone back in my pocket. Now, how am I going to tell Tyler.
"Ty, what are you doing tonight?" I bit my bottom lip, and he thought for a second.
"Aren't we going to that club with Miz and Alexa?" he remembered. "Yeah, we're going to the club."
"Ty, I'm only seventeen." I pointed out, and sighed. "You can go if you want, I can make other plans."
"Baby, it won't be fun if you're not there." he pouted his lips to me. I hate that trick.
"I can't.." I neglected ."I'll just hang out with someone else tonight."
He cocked his right eyebrow. "Who?"
"Uh, Reid." I mumbled, and he got up from the couch.
"Didn't we just talk about him?" he rose his voice.
"Tyler, he invited me to hang out. Come on, you have plans too." I stood up.
"Yeah, but I want you with me." he stopped, and nodded. "That's why, fine, go with him."
"Tyler don't be like that!" I said in a dissapointed voice. "I just wanna hang out wih Reid, that isn't bad."
"Whatever Hayden." he ignored me, sitting on the couch. "Be a snobby bitch."
My jaw literally could have dropped to my knees at those words. That hurts, especially coming from your boyfriend. I stroked my hair, and shook my head.
"Fuck you." my voice cracked, and I slammed the door leaving his room. Damn him.
You know what? I'm not going to let him ruin my night. I took my phone out, and clicked on tthe number 5, speedial.
"Hello?" Reid answered.
"Hey, where can I meet you?"
"Hm, the entrance of the catering room."
"Alright see you there." I flipped the phone off,. and shoved it in my pocket.
I'm going to hang out with Reid, no matter what he says.
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