To Pique an Interest
Chapter 6: Problem Solving
Author's Note: I only own original characters in this story. In other words, I most unfortunately do not own any WWE Superstars.
"You know what, Lilly?" said Adam, after an extremely long silence, "why don't I let you think about it first." He pulled out my iPhone from his pocket and handed it back to me, standing up from the couch. I was too paralyzed to move; all I could do was watch him walk towards the front door and open it.
"I've decided that I'm not going to put any pressure on you, Lilly, so I'll give you as long as you want to make your decision. If you want to feel sorry for me and forgive me for my actions, or if you decide you don't ever want to see me again, give me a call and let me know," said Adam gently, "your phone didn't have a passcode lock so I simply added my number to your contacts. It's listed as 'Adam Copeland'. And by the way, I think that background picture of you is incredibly beautiful."
No words escaped my dry lips as I watched Adam slowly leave. I collapsed back onto the couch, utterly torn at what to do.
The apartment was unusually silent as I stared down at my iPhone, which Adam had just returned to me moments earlier. His final words kept ringing in my ears, as though the playback of it wouldn't remove itself from my brain. A part of me wanted to run after him, to tell him that all was forgiven, to cry my eyes out in an apology one would recite like a love poem, but I was frozen. My toes rooted to the ground, every part of my body immobile, not a single thought of Adam could escape me.
Everything around me was silent and still, as though the world had stopped moving in time and space. I didn't even hear or notice Laurel creeping out from her room and taking a seat where Adam once occupied that empty spot next to me.
"Lilly…did something happen?" said Laurel, breaking the unusually long silence in our apartment.
I swear, I wanted to cry at the moment. I was such a bitch to Adam and once again, I made him go. I could no longer control my guilt as tears began to trickle down my cheeks. I buried my head down in shame, ashamed of what I did.
"God, I'm such a fucking bitch," I sobbed, "I fucking screwed up…"
"What did you do this time, Lil?" inquired Laurel.
"I had to be so fucking mean to him to make him go," I cried angrily, "why did I have to get so fucking pissed at him over something that happened last night? He tells me that I'm more than just a fan to him and then I go and yell in his face. I'm so fucking stupid, Laurel."
"Wait a minute," said Laurel, "he actually said you were more than just a fan to him?"
"According to Adam, that's why he bought me the drink and paid for our drinks when we were at the club," I retold Laurel Adam's version of what had happened the previous night, "he claimed he was curious about me when he saw me for the second time at the same club he and his Superstar friends decided to hang out after the show, and he even admitted I was the first girl he'd ever bought a drink for."
A wide grin spread across Laurel's face and she instantly started screaming, bobbing up and down on her toes and clapping her hands excitedly, as though she'd completely disregarded everything I'd just told her.
"OHMYGOD OHMYGOD OHMYGOD!" squealed Laurel happily, as my eyes shot wide open. One minute we were in a serious conversation, the next minute she was getting all excited for some stupid reason.
"What the fuck, Laurel?" I exclaimed.
"Don't 'what the fuck' me, Lilly Hazel, do you know what this means?" said Laurel excitedly, grabbing both of my hands.
"You're going fucking nuts?" I said sarcastically.
"No, you bitch! It means that he likes you!" cheered Laurel. I dropped my jaw in astonishment.
"Now I think you're fucking crazy, Laurel," I protested furiously, "I'm just some fucking fan to him!"
"You specifically said Adam wouldn't buy a drink for any fan girl he meets a club," said Laurel.
"I did not. I said Adam told me I was the first girl he ever bought a drink for," I corrected her.
"Whatever," said Laurel, dismissing my previous comment, "from what you've told me, I say you've got the attentions of a certain Rated-R Superstar. I mean, seriously, Lil, think about it. At Backlash during his entrance, not only does he stare down at you from the top of the turnbuckle, but remember when he said something about you having taste in WWE Superstars? And don't forget that incident where he toppled over the barricade and landed right next to you, and he touched your thigh and gave you that super sexy smile of his."
Okay, so maybe I got a little more attention than other everyday fans of Edge, but that doesn't mean Adam Copeland has feelings for me in any way. He barely knew anything about me, aside from the small facts about myself that I gave away, and the fact that I was still pissed at him for what happened the previous night at his hotel room.
"But fans commonly run into wrestlers at clubs after events and pay-per-views," I pointed out, "and I bet he's sweet-talked plenty of other girls before me, standing at bars with their friends and fretting over whether they were looking in my direction or not."
"Whatever. And Lilly, I know I've already pointed this out, but it doesn't happen everyday that a fan girl turns down the affections of one of the most famous professional wrestlers in the WWE, especially a veteran like him," continued Laurel.
I thought about it for a moment and she was certainly right about that. Had I been a different Lilly Hazel and not the one I had been the previous night, the one who had thought about the consequences of her actions and the one who put her reputation into consideration before going in for the kill, I would've been more than willing to submit to Adam's charms and let him brand me a ring rat for the rest of my life. Instead of grabbing a hold of my common sense and stopping his wandering hands all over my body, I would've succumbed to him carrying me to his bed and undressing me with his lips attached to my neck.
But no, I was a Lilly Hazel who didn't believe in one-night stands, who believed it wasn't worth boosting my own reputation from sleeping with a WWE Superstar for one night. I was the Lilly Hazel who turned down the affections of the man whose attention she caught at the club.
Now, however, I was immediately regretting the way I turned Adam down and the way I reacted towards his heartfelt apology towards me earlier. I felt like the biggest bitch in the world.
"Lilly, you have to call him again and tell him you forgive him! You can't just leave the poor guy brokenhearted!" Laurel continued to pester me.
I suddenly lost my temper. I had lost all control. I was now screaming at the top of my lungs and I was lashing out all of my anger and fury into words.
"I FUCKING MESSED UP, LAUREL! I PROVED TO BE JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHER BITCHES ADAM RAN INTO AT ALL THE OTHER CLUBS HE'S VISITED!" I bellowed, grabbing her and shaking her vigorously, "NO CHANCE IN FUCKING HELL IS HE GOING TO EVEN THINK OF LETTING A LITTLE WHORE LIKE ME TALK TO HIM ANYMORE FROM THE WAY I SNAPPED AT HIM EARLIER! AND IT'S ALL BECAUSE I HAD TO FUCKING MESS UP AND MAKE HIM THINK I'M THE BIGGEST BITCH IN THE WORLD!"
Sinking down on my knees in defeat, I once again broke down into tears. I wanted the whole scene with Adam this morning to replay itself, so I could go back into it and change the way I treated him, forgiving him on the spot and leaving him satisfied instead of forcing him to leave empty-handed. I glanced down at my phone, which Adam had returned to me during our meeting, and winced. I had made a mistake indeed.
Meanwhile, the 6'5'' blond Canadian, better known as Edge onscreen, drives on the way to the arena with a lot occupied on his mind, one of these being the image of the most beautiful green-eyed redhead he'd ever encountered in his life.
Never in his life had he ever so strongly about any girl he'd glanced more than once by ringside, not even some of the prettiest ladies fawning over him at clubs he frequently visited. No, for the first time, he was captivated by a girl who had been chatting casually with her friend at the bar, denying herself to be the object of his attentions.
Adam couldn't help but admit finding himself very attracted to Lilly. It wasn't just the fact that he was a sucker for green-eyed redheads. Yes, he was crazy about the fiery personality of auburn-haired beauties, but there was an additional spark to Lilly's that greatly caught his attention. He could go on to say that she was different from most girls, but he didn't dare describe her with the most typical distinctive trait that millions of men aside from himself have described the objects of their affections. Lilly was in a class all by herself.
As he subtly greeted fellow colleagues whom he passed on the way to his private locker room, Adam checked his phone every few seconds, anxiously waiting for the call. Lilly's call of forgiveness.
Adam reflected back on his last meeting with Lilly at her apartment. He recalled the anxiety he felt as he knocked on the apartment door, only to find whom he recognized as Lilly's friend from the club answering the door. Taking a step further into the room, the blonde called for her redheaded friend, and his heart leapt when he heard her shrill loudly from the room. He couldn't help but control himself; her voice was music to his ears. He immediately recognized his actions and quickly took a seat by the couch, as he requested an espresso and a particular redheaded beauty.
He remembered how his breath clinched in his throat when he saw the gorgeous Lilly Hazel step out from one of the bedrooms, dressed in nothing but denim shorts and a gray loose fit crop top that hung off of one shoulder and exposed her flat stomach and belly piercing. During that moment of silence, Adam's eyes reveled over Lilly's form. She wore the natural look well, especially with her signature auburn hair let down loose in soft beach waves and every single bit of makeup washed away from her youthful features. At that very moment, all Adam wanted to do was jump up from his seat, take her into his arms, and beg her for forgiveness like a broken lost lover. But he was forced to be patient with the sizzling hot-tempered Lilly, in order to carry out his plan.
Changing into his ring gear, Adam wondered for a moment if Lilly would be watching tonight's live RAW taping; he clearly remembered her clarifying herself as a fan of his for eleven years, never missing a single program or pay-per-view just to keep an eye out for him. This was the type of fan he liked, not the ones who jumped onto the bandwagon in the most recent years and cheered only for the faces. He silently prayed Lilly would call back soon, to tell him that all was said and done, to tell him that things were cool between them.
But she was just some fan, wasn't she? Why was he feeling this way about some pretty girl he happened to spot not once, not twice, but many more times than that after the show? He couldn't quite figure out what had happened to him since meeting Lilly. Since breaking up with Amy, he'd toyed around with several women, desperately seeking for a mate who could potentially show him how much he missed when he was out of love. So far, Lilly had been the only woman whom he'd actually taken an interest in, not simply because she was stunning. She was the very first woman who turned him down, and while he was shocked, he was extremely intrigued. He was curious to know what made her stand out amongst all the other women he'd put the moves on in the past.
"Hey man, you've been awfully quiet since Backlash," Randy Orton said to him at catering, "what happened?"
Adam ignored him and fetched himself a cup of water.
"You can't keep this quiet forever, Adam," said Randy softly, "Jay told me it had something to do with that gorgeous redhead you couldn't keep your eyes off of at the club we hit that night."
Hell, Lilly Hazel, gorgeous? She's the most fucking gorgeous woman in the world, Adam corrected in his thoughts.
"Do I have to go over this all over again?" Adam sighed irritably.
"Don't need to, Copeland. Reso told me already," assured his former tag team partner, "so you're really into this Lilly girl because she rejected your sleazy advances?"
"She fucking left me, Orton, end of story," growled Adam.
"You don't sound like you're that into her, Adam," said Randy, "Jay told me what happened, but I want to hear your side of the story."
"I saw her at ringside before my match and I first thought she was just one of those pretty little fan girls, but then I saw her again at the club later that night," explained Adam, "I bought her a drink, which isn't something that happens everyday, just so you know, but she ended up choking on it and I took her back to the hotel so she could rest up and head back home, but one thing led to another, and the next I realized, she was pushing me off of her and said she wasn't going to let me brand her another ring rat like I've done with so many other girls before her."
"What makes her special to you, then? Isn't she just some fan?" inquired Randy. Adam shot him a glare.
"She's not some fucking fan, Orton," snapped Adam. His expression calmed as the image of the beautiful Lilly once again entered his thoughts. "There's something about her, a certain spark about her that just grabs my attention. True, she's incredibly beautiful, but there's more to her that I'm curious about. I think I may actually have a thing for her, Orton. I don't think I've ever felt this way about any woman since Amy."
Randy's eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was something he'd completely unexpected from his good friend: falling for a fan girl he hardly knew and after meeting for one night that turned out sour. He was puzzled at what Adam was so interested about in this Lilly girl, but she must be something rather exceptional in his friend's eyes.
"Maybe you should show her how sincere you truly are about your apology," suggested Randy.
"I did, I drove all the way to her apartment and made a sappy apology to her, but she's hard to get," replied Adam.
"Then do something besides parking your ass in her house and expecting her to forgive you on the spot," said Randy, "send her a card or a gift or something. Just do something to make her remember you in a good way."