LegendSpeaking: Ha! Couldn't figure out why the last chapter didn't get any reviews, and it turns out I posted the same one twice! Who's the silly bitch now, huh?

Doing the splits in the middle of the room, Sadie was doing her stretches before she had to go out and escort Petey for his match. From what she knew, she didn't have to do much: wave flag, smile arrogently, mouth off to fans, sing the Canadian national anthem with pride, and hit someone with a hockey stick. How hard could all that be?

"Sadie Niall! Oh my God, look at you!" Traci and Gail bounced into the room with their gear on and stood in front of Sadie, both grinning. "We heard you and Petey went to Wendy's," Traci mentioned.

"Did he tell you about AJ? Because most of it is kind of true and kind of not true."

"He's a good guy..."

"With a hot body..."

"Um..guys?" Sadie interupted, reaching to the side to touch her toes, "I kind of don't want to be bothered right now. Do you know where Petey is? I need to talk to him." She closed her legs and stood up, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"What are you wearing underneth that?" Gail asked, playing with the hem of Sadie's jersery. "This is too big for you, un-button it."

"Take it off, I'll alter it," Traci offered, helping her friend undo the buttons. In record time, Sadie was back to her white tank top and red track pants, sitting on the ground with Gail while Traci fixed the jersery.

"You aren't going to wear these too, are you?" Gail asked, pointing to the pants. "You're a girl sweetie, expierment. It's not like you don't have the money to afford better things now."

Sighing, Sadie brought her knees to her chest. "I don't want to take attention away from the match," she answered as Traci walked out with her jersey. The sleeves were cut off and the hem at the bottom seemed to be raised a little bit. She turned the jersey around the show how the number 18 was still in place, along with Niall that was above it.

Throwing the shirt back to the rightful owner, Traci grinned. "I'll fix those pants too," she offered, eyeing them up. "Show a little leg, girl! Don't be afraid!" Throwing what was left of her team shirt on, Sadie stood up, dusting herself off and leaving the room in a huff.

Keeping her head down so her brown hair covered her face, her eyes stayed on the feet, watching them shuffle quickly against the pavement ground and not seeing the pair of blue boots that stopped her. "In a hurry?" a southern accent asked her. Looking up, instant butterflies fluttered to her stomach once she looked up and saw AJ standing in front of her.

"Oh...um..no," she said quietly, quickly looking over her shoulder. "Just...you know. Getting away from the girls and um...stuff." As soon as the last word left her mouth, Sadie mentally kicked herself. She knew it made herself seem like an idiot, seeing as it was an idiot thing to say. But to say it out loud in front of someone who you aren't supposed to have any sort of feelings for just made it worse.

But when AJ's arm reached out and placed his hand gently on her shoulder, the butterflies that Sadie knew she wasn't supposed to have showed up. It was the way he looked at her, his eyes were so sympathetic and warm hearted, while the touch was barely notciable yet so strong at the same time. His hand slowly moved down her arm before he hooked his index finger with hers and he swayed their hands gently back and forth, "I'm sure you'll do fine tonight," he whispered, his eyes focusing on her hand. "Just remeber to have fun and smile. But don't smile too pretty," he reminded her, "you're a heel."

"Yeah..." Her focus was taken off of their hands as she quickly glanced around the room, hoping no one would see her with him. "Um...I really gotta get going, I was looking for Petey..."

"Can I take you out to dinner sometime?" AJ quickly asked, cutting off Sadie's sentence. "I know you've probably heard things about me, and I just want to make sure you hear everything from me. I'm sure Petey told you, but I think there's more you need to know. Can you hear my side of the story?"

Taking her hand away from his, she didn't give him an answer as she walked away, stuffing both of her hands into her pockets. Now she didn't care if she found Petey, she just wanted to find someone to talk to. Anyone but Gail and Traci.

The first person she ran into was the only person she hadn't talked to since entering the building that day. "AJ asked me out to dinner," Sadie blurted out before the he could even say hi. "I had to tell someone, and you're right here."

Eric smiled as he and Sadie began to walk down the hallway together. "I'm glad you came to me," he responded. "Although, I do have to ask why."

"Well, I'd tell Bobby, but he hates me. I'd tell Al, but he won't stop hitting on me, and I'd tell Petey but if I even mention AJ around him he'll hate me too, and Coach will probably get pissed off. You're the only person I can trust and I haven't even talked to you before," she admitted with a laugh.

"What about Gai..."

"No! Are you insane? Those girls are crazy, I'm not telling them anything!" Sadie partially yelled as they turned a corner. Eric laughed as he threw an arm around her shoulders, bringing her close to him and giving her a noggie.

"Oh Sades," he said with a grin. "You have so much to learn. Who are you rooming with tonight?"

Stoping in front of a vending machine, Sadie shrugged her shoulders. "I room by myself."

"No Sadie, come on! You're rooming with me from now on, OK? I'm like, one of two or three people that still talk to Styles, so I have no problem with you guys if you want to be together. And I promise I won't tell anyone." She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a hug, burrying her head into his shoulder. "Aw, come on, don't go all girly on me," Eric jokingly complained as he rubbed her back soothingly. "Just remember, after the show, if you do decide to go out with him...just have a good time. Don't worry about anyone else, I'll keep it a secret. Promise." He stuck his pinky, which Sadie gladly hooked her own through his.

They began walking down the hall again with her arm linked through his and they went to the entrance where they met up with the rest of Team Canada: Petey, Bobby, A1 and Coach D'Amore. Petey handed over the Canadian flag to her, giving her a smile as he did so. "Lets roll," he whispered once the anthem began to play.

Stepping out in front of the crowd with her country's flag in hand, she waved it just like she was told to do earlier. A1 held the ropes open for her to enter the ring, which she did with a roll of her eyes; it was blantly obvious he was checking her out.

She took a seat on the top turnbuckle, still waving the flag with pride and getting booed at. It was a feeling she loved and could learn to become accoustomed to. But when the lights dimmed, the audience began to cheer after a simple hit of a snare drum. Eric, Bobby, A1 and Coach all left the ring while Sadie and Petey remained, waiting for his opponent.

"Here we go again," Petey mumbled to her, turning around so his back was in between her legs while she continued to sit on the turnbuckle.

His opponent made his way to the ring, keeping his head down with a vest and a hood keeping his body covered. "Right in the back," Petey told her over the music, "hit him right in the back as hard as you can with that stick. Try to break it."

Sadie kept her eyes on the hooded man as Petey began to explain how hard she was really supposed to hit him with the hockey stick. Then the hood flew off and the crowd cheered louder. When he turned around, she gulped.

The man she was going to nail as hard as she could with a hockey stick was AJ Styles.