**To Pique an Interest**

Chapter 4: Unexpected Call

*Author's Note: The last chapter ended with Adam 'Edge' Copeland finding the beautiful Lilly Hazel's dropped phone lying on the ground of his hotel room. How will he find a way to return it to her? And what becomes of his connection with the lovely redhead? Find out in this chapter…*

That night, Adam Copeland couldn't sleep. His eyes wide open, he was flat on his back, his hands resting on the nape of his neck. He bites his bottom lip, he can still taste the caramel flavored lip gloss of the auburn-haired beauty he smooched in the elevator just hours ago.

Just hours ago, he'd been swept off his feet when he locked eyes with the most beautiful woman he'd ever encountered in his life. He could tell from her mannerisms that she wasn't just any fan girl sitting by ringside and going gaga for him. But just hours ago, he'd let his inner womanizer not only repel her away from him, but completely eliminate almost any chance of seeing the beautiful Lilly Hazel again.

Adam hadn't recalled any other time he'd felt this way about a fan girl. Most of the ones he'd encountered would throw themselves at him and pray their chances of him taking them to bed. Lilly, however, was a different story, despite being a fan since the beginning of his WWE career. From what he could tell, she wasn't the type who jumped onto the bandwagon and mindlessly followed what everyone else did. He remembered observing her from the top of the ring post, passionately waving her supportive sign towards his character whilst ignoring the glares of the many nine-year-olds around her donning Cenation gear. When he'd given her those flirtatious smirks from across the room in that club, instead of squawking like a headless chicken, she tenaciously denied being the apple of his eye. Drawn to her unique behavior towards him as a fan, Adam approached her, hoping to get to know the beautiful redhead.

Unfortunately the night that at first went smoothly suddenly skidded to a halt, when he let lust cloud his mind, taking over his senses, and controlling him into seducing the goddess that blew him away. He would soon snap out of his senses when she pushed him away and fled, but not before confirming that she wasn't like the other fan girls he'd picked up in the past.

Since the incident, Adam was dying to make it up to Lilly, but he hadn't the slightest clue where she lived and where she came from. Then he remembered the cell phone she dropped the previous night, the cell phone that must have fallen out of her purse when she left in a hurry. Although he personally felt looking through someone else's phone without their permission was unacceptable, he needed to break a rule to get what he needed, and that was to find Lilly and not only return her phone, but give her a formal apology as well. The very last thing he wanted to do was to leave her scorned and ashamed of herself for nearly being lured into his bed.

Adam remained unusually quiet as he joined his childhood best friend and fellow colleague, Jason 'Christian' Reso, downstairs in the hotel lobby to grab breakfast in the café. Jason noticed his friend's curious behavior and frowned slightly, knowing he never withdrew himself into silence.

"What's with the long face, Ad?" Jason inquired, as Adam returned from the buffet with just a slice of wholemeal toast and a small serving of scrambled eggs, "you just beat Cena last night and got your bonus, so shouldn't you be a little happier?"

Adam was thankful for the bonus he was to receive for his performance the previous night against Cena, but that wasn't what troubled him at the moment.

"It has nothing to do with the pay-per-view," mumbled Adam.

"Then what's bothering you? Did something happen last night? C'mon Ad, you can tell me anything; we're buddies, remember?" persuaded Jason, "it's just that you're not normally like this at all unless something bad happened the night before. Was it that girl you were checking out at the club last night?"

"That girl is Lilly," said Adam grumpily, "and she's not some girl I was checking out at the club last night."

"She must be something special, Ad, because it doesn't happen everyday that you not only buy a drink for her, but you also put her and her friend's drinks on your bill as well," Jason pointed out, "did something happen between you and her?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Adam insisted quickly.

"This isn't like you at all, Ad, you're never quiet about girls," said Jason, raising an eyebrow, "seriously, what happened?"

"She was an amazing woman, hell she's gorgeous," said Adam, "but she's not just any fan girl by ringside."

"You mean you took another groupie to your room? Jeez, Adam, you need to quit sleazing around," scoffed Jason.

"Shut up!" exclaimed Adam, "I did take her to my room, but nothing went that far! I fucking messed up and lost control, and I think I scared her! She fucking left me and that's when I realized I did something fucking wrong!"

"Chill, Adam, chill," Jason was shocked at his friend's outbursts. He never flared into a temper unless he was in his Edge character.

"I can't fucking chill right now, Jay," snapped Adam, "I fucking messed up with Lilly and I'll never see her again!"

"This Lilly chick sounds really special, Ad," said Jason, "but didn't you say she was a fan?"

"Lilly's not just any fan, Jay," corrected Adam, slamming his fork on the table, "unlike all the other bandwagon trolls who've only known my name in the past week or so, she's been following my character since the day I debuted in this company. I first saw her by ringside holding up one of those signs supporting my character, and that says something because she was surrounded by a whole bunch of little kids wearing Cena's stuff."

"Doesn't sound like a bandwagon troll to me," agreed Jason.

"At first I thought she was just a pretty girl whom I'd never see again after the show," continued Adam, "but I was wrong when I spotted her by the bar with one of her friends at the club we hit last night."

"No wonder she caught your eye," said Jason, "out of all the girls in there you were only looking at her. She is quite pretty too."

"She's not pretty, Jay, she's fucking hot," corrected Adam stubbornly, "and yes, I will admit she was the only girl I was checking out last night."

"I saw you two talking at the bar for some time and then you guys just disappeared," noted Jason, "where did you two go?"

"I took her to my room because she was sensitive to the drink I bought for her," answered Adam, "she was feeling nauseous and I thought I'd let her rest up before letting her head home. And then when we were in the elevator together, that was when it started."

"What started?"

"I didn't know what I was thinking and I kissed her."

"What?" exclaimed Jason, his eyes bulging, "why the hell did you kiss her? You mean you just smooched some random fan you were interested in out of nowhere?"

"That's not the worst part, jackass," snapped Adam, "I remember leading her to my room and then locked the door behind me, and the next thing I realized, she'd pushed me aside and made a bolt for the door, and she said she wasn't going to let me take advantage of her and scar her as a ring rat for the rest of her life. And then she said, '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' and left."

Jason was silent. This was the first time he'd heard of a woman turn Adam's seductive charms down, especially a fan girl who'd followed him since the beginning of his WWE career. What made him curious, however, was why Adam was so interested in a stranger he hardly knew.

"Well this is a first," commented Jason, "Adam Copeland actually had a woman walk out on him for the first time. This Lilly girl was really smart about her decision, if you ask me. I'm not exactly a fan of you sleeping with random women you pick up from clubs."

"But I need to find her, Jay," said Adam, "and I don't know where she lives."

"She left no email, no number, no address?" asked Jason.

"No, all she left, or should I say, dropped, was her cell phone," replied Adam, fumbling through his pockets and pulling out an iPhone that did not look like his at all.

"How'd you know this is her cell if there's a picture of you on the lock screen?" inquired Jason, eyeing the phone.

"Slide to unlock; there's no passcode," instructed Adam. Jason nodded when the screen flashed to the main menu, his eyes meeting the background picture of a beautiful green-eyed redhead smiling radiantly at the camera.

"Wow, she's a something," Jason complimented the picture of Lilly, "no wonder she caught your attention; I would be attracted to that beautiful red hair of hers too."

"Shut up," snapped Adam, "I need to find a number or address."

Much to his luck, Adam scrolled through her contacts book and found a contact listed as 'Home—Providence'. He selected it and found an address and number.

"Maybe you should call the girl first before arriving at her doorstep," suggested Jason, "she might not be home or you could reach there at a rather inconvenient time."

"Good point," agreed Adam, selecting the number and holding the phone next to his ear.

Lilly's POV

"Lilly, you can't lock yourself up in your fucking room forever!" Laurel yelled through my locked bedroom door, banging on it furiously, "We need to talk!"

My face was buried in my pillow, my body collapsed face first on the bed. Hours had passed since what had happened last night, and I could still smell the scent of his cologne in my hair. I didn't want to talk about what happened the night before, nor did I want to even think about it.

The night that I thought would've been the night of my life turned into another story, when I realized what Adam's true intentions were. After that spellbinding kiss in the elevator, I became lost in the figment of my imagination that we were going to float up into the clouds and fall in love. But that all changed when I suddenly found myself standing in a dimly lit hotel room, with Adam's arms wrapped around my waist from behind and his lips on my neck.

Since his break-up with Lita, I'd heard countless stories of him sleeping around with other women before settling with Charissa—I wondered what happened to her—for a year or two, but little did I realize I'd be one of those women whom he tried to seduce. I wasn't some ring rat looking to add a notch to my belt by sleeping with a WWE Superstar and telling the whole world what he was like in bed. I was simply a fan starstruck to meet him in person. Although there were nights when I dreamed of him and I together in a fantasy together, all I really wanted from him was an autograph, picture, and just small talk with him. I hadn't thought the one night I meet him would turn out something beyond a simple meeting with my favorite WWE Superstar.

I glanced up at the ceiling, my heart tearing up into pieces once more when the large poster of Edge covering nearly half of my ceiling stared back at me with his signature cocky smirk. Somehow, I could no longer look at his handsome features and feel my heart flutter. As I struggled to sleep the previous night, I could no longer envision myself with him in my dreams. Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to like him anymore, after what had happened last night in his hotel room.

"Lilly Hazel!" screeched Laurel, "you are going to open that fucking door or else…"

"Or what, Laurel?" I snapped back at her when I finally gave in to opening the door, "you'll bust my door down? Please; you don't even have enough strength to fucking carry all your damn textbooks around campus."

"We need to talk, young lady, you can't just lock yourself up in your room all because of what happened last night!" demanded Laurel, allowing herself in and taking a seat on one of my bean bags.

"I don't want to fucking talk about last night," I said stubbornly.

"Well you need to explain to me why you came home crying last night at two in the morning," said Laurel bluntly.

I sighed and collapsed back onto my bed, refusing to look at the several posters covering the walls of my bedroom. Every inch of the room reminded me of the man I was supposedly 'in love' with for the past eleven years. I didn't want to talk about it, but the same pair of eyes that stared at me from every angle of the room forced me to do so unwillingly.

"Everything between Adam and I was fine until we…"

The phone from outside began ringing loudly, interrupting my chance to explain last night to Laurel, who instantly rushed outside to pick up the phone. Approximately thirty seconds later, I heard her swear, "Are you fucking kidding me? You're really not him, are you?"

"What the fuck is going on, Laurel?" I exclaimed, bursting my door open.

"Some guy is calling and he claims he's Adam Copeland," answered Laurel, "maybe you should answer, Lil, he does sound awfully like the man himself. By the way, he wants to talk to you."

My heart stopped. How in the world did Adam get my number? I don't recall giving it to him the previous night; I knew perfectly well I wasn't drunk and hadn't given him any of my personal information.

"Tell him I don't," I said stubbornly, although a small part of me screamed for me to answer the phone.

"Well he's not taking 'no' for an answer, Lilly," remarked Laurel, "he already said he's not hanging up until you pick up, and by the way, he has your iPhone."

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed, "hand me the damn phone, Laurel!"