**To Pique an Interest**

Chapter 3: Never Look Back

*Author's Note: Now what happens after Lilly leaves Adam in the last chapter? This one will tell from both sides of the story, from Lilly's point of view and a third person point of view telling Adam's side of the story.*

April 26th, 2009: Don't Look Back

I couldn't look back. I made a run for the elevator and dialed up a cab, not daring to look back even once. I heard Adam's screams for me chasing after me, but I didn't look back.

As soon as the elevator doors shut, I sank to my knees and cried. I cried my eyes out, hardly believing what I'd been through just five minutes ago. Just five minutes ago, the man whose face covered my bedroom walls for eleven years was seducing me. His lips were on my neck and we were in a dark, empty bedroom together just five minutes ago. He was whispering words of enticement into my ear as his hands explored my body just five minutes ago.

But I wasn't love struck. I wasn't ecstatic to be in the moment. I knew millions of girls would have died to be in my shoes, having just received a private invitation to Adam Copeland's bedroom, but if I could I would tell those millions of girls it wasn't worth the shot.

For years one crazy fan girl would've been bobbing on her toes as she watched the blond debonair spearing his opponents in the ring, thinking how amazing it would be to spend five minutes with that man. She would've begged her father to take her to see the WWE whenever they hit her hometown for a show. She would've prayed every day to see that man live in action, to watch him performing in person and at the same time, praying he would notice her from ringside. But now she would pray to never encounter Adam 'Edge' Copeland in her life after he'd attempted to drug her and take her to his bed.

Adam looked exactly like the man I'd envisioned meeting one day. He had the same mannerisms, the same muscled physique, and the same cocky yet sexy smirk that could make my panties drop in a heartbeat. But Adam wasn't the same Edge I'd always dreamed of meeting since I was fifteen years old.

I was twenty-six years old and swore to remove every bit of evidence of that man from my bedroom.

As I flagged a cab to take me back to my apartment, I was still shaken in disbelief. For years I dreamed of meeting Edge, but never in my life had I ever imagined I'd actually come this close to being with him. When Adam kissed me I was thrilled at first, but upon realizing he thought of me as nothing more than a toy by attempting to drug me and taking me up to his room, I lost all respect for him, both as a wrestler and a person. I thought as a veteran wrestler, he would've been more distinguished and respected, not a classless, promiscuous womanizer.

To think I'd looked up to that very same man who seduced me for eleven years. To think I spent possibly thousands of dollars on pay-per-views, DVDs, merchandise, and magazine subscriptions, just to see him, follow him, and read about him. To think for years I'd dreamed of meeting him and falling in love with him, a dream that turned into a nightmare when I realized all those hopes and dreams of being with him were gone.

To think that now, I could no longer look at his face all over my bedroom wall and feel my heart flutter, my head floating up into the clouds, my imagination drifting into unrealistic fantasies involving him and I together.

I thanked the driver once he dropped me off in front of my apartment, and as soon as I passed through the security gate and everything, I fumbled my purse for my room key and suddenly realized something was missing.

"Shit!" I swore, realizing my phone was not in my purse. This day couldn't have gotten any worse since Adam tried drugging and seducing me in his room. Now my phone was gone, and I hadn't the slightest idea where I'd last left it.

I reluctantly shrugged it off, jogging up to the apartment that I shared with Laurel and knocking on the door to wake my roommate up, since I'd been so forgetful to leave my keys next to my nightstand once again before leaving the place. At this point, I was fighting to control my tears, for my 26th birthday that was supposed to be the night of my life had somehow gone disastrous. First Adam, then my phone, and now my room keys, and if Laurel wasn't going to get up on her ass and answer the door, I was going to have to spend the night in the janitor's closet. At this point I couldn't control my tears and

I jumped in surprise as I heard the door handle creak open, and there stood a groggy, disheveled Laurel, her dirty blonde curls in a bedhead.

"…L-Lilly?"

I couldn't take it anymore. I threw my arms around my best friend and cried, not caring if I'd woken her up at two in the morning. The best day of my life had turned into the worst day of my life and I wanted someone to comfort me. Little had I realized my life had completely changed within a span of a few hours.

Back at the hotel, Adam stood by the doorway, speechless as the halls echoed his voice screaming for the beautiful redhead he'd just met earlier that night. He let out a frustrated grunt, wanting to beat himself up for making her run away from him; he'd let the inner Casanova get the best of him and control his mind into taking her up to his room and attempting to seduce her.

He hung his head low in defeat, wishing he hadn't done that to Lilly. Hell, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen in a long time, let alone, the first woman he'd brought up to his room for a while. Her fiery red hair was a familiar trait in his ideal woman, for a past girlfriend he'd notoriously been with had that very same color. However, unlike Amy, Lilly's auburn locks were her natural color, from years of experience with several redheads before her.

He couldn't forget the look of fright in her hazel green eyes as she fled away from him, as she stuttered those words that continued to echo in his head…

"I've been a fan of yours since the beginning of your run with the WWE, but I know better than to let you take advantage of me and scar me with the title of 'ring rat' for the rest of my life. I may be one of the many girls you've picked up and taken to your hotel room but I could be the only one who'd turn you down. I'm sorry Adam, I can't do this and I won't do this with you. I'm just not that kind of girl."

He knew from the beginning of their conversation back at the club that she wasn't the type of girl who'd throw herself at him and beg him to take her to bed. Although she was a fan, she was different from the rest of the female groupies who constantly flocked him. He initially believed her to be just like the rest of them when he locked eyes with her from ringside, but when they locked eyes at the club earlier that night and when he saw her consistently denying being the apple of his eye, he knew Lilly Hazel was one of a kind.

Adam sighed in remorse. He wished he could find a way to apologize to Lilly for the incident that occurred earlier than night. But how could he contact her? She left no phone number, no address, no nothing. All he knew about her was that she was a student at RISD and she'd been a fan of his since his debut with the company…

…and the very fact that she was incredibly beautiful, brightly intelligent, and most definitely his type of girl.

Just as Adam was about to step back into his room, he accidentally kicked something that had been lying on the floor. Curious, he picked up the stray item and discovered it to be someone's iPhone.

It definitely wasn't his—he never set a professional picture of himself as the wallpaper of his lock screen.

Adam slid the unlock icon and raised an eyebrow in surprise upon realizing there wasn't a passcode. He gasped when the screen switched to the main menu, the background picture of a gorgeous auburn-haired beauty, her hazel green eyes twinkling underneath the sunlight as her slightly tanned complexion glowed rosily at the camera, her flawless smile illuminating her delicate, pink lips.

He could tell from the wallpaper this belonged to the woman who stole his heart at first sight, the woman who caught his attention standing by ringside watching his match, the woman who he'd managed to have the balls to get up and talk to her at that club…

…the same woman who would most likely refuse to even look at him again, after unintentionally intimidating her and scaring her away, and he possibly couldn't see her ever again after tonight.