Hello! I've been honestly stuck on writing on this chapter. I started, I backspaced, I deleted, etc. This writer's block is some serious business. Here's my attempt at the third chapter!
Jordan could not stop laughing in her circle of friends at the bar they were at. She had to admit that she had loosened up since she first walked in with her best friend. Maybe it was all in due to the three beers she had already drank.
"Wait, wait, wait a minute! You've been with how many girls?!" Jordan screeched out to Nick.
Nick shrugged, smiled and took another sip of his beer.
"Yup, Nick's a man whore. Loves the sex!" Nikki said, giggling.
"Man, you guys are some interesting people. I like you guys," Jordan proclaimed.
The whole table did a little cheer and clapped. She didn't know why it took her so long to open up to having more friends than just Nick. She knew they had no problem with her: the treated her like she was one of them, not someone who just fixed the ring.
"On that note, I should get going. Let me leave on a high note," she said as she stood up, glancing at her watch, noting it was almost one am.
"You heard the lady guys so I must bid you a due," Nick said as he stood up alongside her.
"No, Nick. Stay. I'm fine! Promise!"shoving Nick back down in his seat. "Bye you guys. I'll see you," Jordan waved and walked out the door.
Everyone said their byes to Jordan as she walked out the door.
"Taxi! Taxi!" Jordan yelled, trying to wave one down and yet another one drove right by her. "Oh come on!"
Right behind her, she heard a high pitched whistle and low and behold, a taxi pulled up alone side her.
"The hell?!" she yelled, turning around to see who hailed the cab. "Of course: first my apple and now my cab."
Jon smirked at her and said, "I believe you mean my cab but I'm willing to share." He opened up the door to the cab and waited for her to get in.
She hesitated at first but realized this was probably the only way she was going to get a cab. She walked to Jon and said," Fine but only because you gave me my apple back," and slid into the backseat.
Jon chuckled and got into the cab beside her. He told the cab driver what hotel the superstars were staying at and the two passengers settled in comfortable silence.
"So exactly how long have you worked with the company?" Jon said, breaking the ice.
"Mm, about two months or so but I've been around it almost my whole life. My dad worked for the company too."
"Ah, so is that how you got the job? Not many girls do the setting up for the show and all that for obvious reasons."
"Excuse me? What does that mean?"
"Well you know, with all the lifting and moving and what not, you just don't see a lot of female works doing those jobs. Might break a nail or something," he shrugged.
Jordan just stared at the man besides her and shook her head. "You're a butthead," she said, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"Did you just call me a butthead? No one has called me that since grade school," Jon laughed.
"Well you're saying I'm doing a man's job basically! Remember when wrestling was a man's job? Look at all the female wrestlers that have defied that logic."
"Point taken. I was joking by the way: with the woman stuff..."
Another silence settled in over the cab but didn't last for long as the cab pulled up to the hotel.
Jordan got out of the cab and started walking to the hotel while Jon paid the cab driver.
"Hey wait," he said, running after Jordan.
"Came to insult me again Good?" she said, stopping in front of the elevator.
"Now I do believe you called me a butthead too ya know? Come to the hotel's bar with me."
Giving him the same stare she had earlier, she opened up her mouth to say something but was cut off by the Shield member.
"I know, we just came from a bar. Just one more drink."
"You're crazy. I have a flight that leaves at 7am tomorrow and I'd like to be on it. Why should I stay up even later than I have to?"
"I like you," Jon said, staring at her. He had no idea what made him blurt out those words. It wasn't like him at all. He had always been a bit more reserved, quieter, to people he didn't really know. However, with the woman standing before him, he seemed to open up a bit more than usual.
"You don't know me," Jordan laughed. "I could be some crazy chick that's ya know…crazy."
"You're not crazy. If you were, Nick wouldn't be around you all the time." She laughed a bit and nodded her head in agreement with that state.
The elevator let out a ding and opened its doors. Jordan debated on getting on the elevator or not. "You don't like me Good. Trust me," she said as she stepped onto the elevator, watching the doors close.
