"Colby is on form today." Kelly laughs from across the hall. We were busy mucking out the stalls and dropping feed for the horses. She'd been texting Colby all stinking morning.
"What's he doing?" I ask her curiously, tossing a pile of manure into the wheel barrow that was between us in the hallway.
"He's with Joe and some guy named Jon, they're working out." She answers, "He just being a smart ass."
"Jon is an asshole. Met him the other night." I tell her, "Smoking hot, but an asshole."
"Maybe he was being an asshole because he liked you." She chuckles.
"Maybe he was being an asshole because he's an asshole." I shoot back at her.
"Come to the show with me tonight." She says, leaning up against the stall door. She watches as I toss the last of the shit in the stall to the wheel barrow and stop, cocking my head at her. "I know you don't want to go, but please don't make me go alone. It's a big deal to him, something about a championship match."
"I don't want to go." I tell her, hanging up the fork on a hook on the wall and moving the wheel barrow just outside the barn doors.
"Please!" She whines, "Be my best friend and do this for me. I don't want to sit there by myself. Those girls that work there, they're horrible." She pleads.
"Like how?" I ask, placing a hand on my hip.
"They act like they're so much fucking better than I am." She states, "They make me feel like really shitty, please go... It's only a couple hours."
"Alright, fine." I finally agree.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She exclaims, "You're the best! Ever!" She adds, jumping up and down in front of me.
***At the gym***
"Kelly convinced Annabelle to come to the show tonight." Colby snickers at Joe. He thought it was pretty entertaining that she'd convinced her. Annabelle was always saying at the bar how'd she'd never go to the shows, it just wasn't her thing.
"No way." Joe chuckles. Colby pulls out his phone and hands it to him, letting Joe read the messages on his phone from Kelly. "Never thought I'd see the day." He says.
"It's only because the bitches here make Kelly feel like shit. That's why I never ask her to come to the shows, I know they make her miserable." Colby shrugs, a little guilty.
"That bitch that wouldn't come out last week?" Jon questions from where he was lifting weights. Both Colby and Joe turn to look at him, unamused.
"She's not a bitch man." Joe defends her. "She's a sweet heart, and yeah so be fucking nice to her." He adds, narrowing his eyes at his friend.
"Yeah man, whatever." Jon shrugs.
"You're just mad because you think she's pretty and know you don't stand a chance in hell in every getting with her." Colby shoots at him, a smirk crossing his features. Jon only scoffs, blowing the comment off.
"Colb is right, we know how you work man. She's not your type anyway." Joe agrees.
"Please Joe, tell what's my type?" Jon asks, humoring him.
"You like the skanks. Easy trash that you can fuck for a night and throw out the next day." Joe says, staring at Jon and daring him to challenge him. Everyone knew how Jon was with women. Jon only rolls his eyes, turning his back to the two guys and continuing to do his reps.
***At the show***
"I can't believe I let you drag me here." I mutter, sliding out of Kelly's Ford Focus. Colby was at the back door, waiting and holding it open for us.
"Ladies." He smiles devilishly, greeting us. Kelly bounces right up to him, leaving a kiss on his cheek.
"Hey Colby." I sigh, walking in behind the pair.
"Life's tough sugar." Colby laughs, enjoying my misery. We pass a couple of the girls backstage and I can immediately understand what Kelly is talking about. They looked at us like we were the scum of the earth.
"Nice girls." I mutter, unimpressed.
"You could take them." Joe winks, walking around a corner.
"Oh yeah, totally." I agree with him. Jon comes around the same corner shortly after and instead of giving him my best 'I wish you'd die' glare, I ignore him.
"You guys can watch the show from here." Colby tells us, motioning to a small room on the right. It had a medium sized TV, a coffee table and a couch. That's it.
Cozy.
"Hey sweet pea." Jon greets me, literally getting right in my face. He knew I'd been ignoring him on purpose. "No hard feelings right?" He antagonizes me.
"I tell you what. You let me slap the piss out of you, just once, and we'll call it even." I tell him, leaning my frame against the wall. He towered over me and his hair hung in his face, while I should have been intimidated I couldn't help but feel a little cocky.
"Alright." He laughs, coming down to eye level with me. He sticks his chin out and closes his eyes, welcoming it. I glance at Joe, who looks more than amused and shrugs, basically giving me the 'go ahead'. So I reel back with my right hand and as hard as I possibly could slapped him, the skin contact echoed in the backstage area and Jon left his head facing the wall for a moment before looking back at me. Surprisingly there was no anger in his features, only clear amusement. "Feel better sweet pea?" He asks, smirking at me. The spot that I'd hit was already turning red and I could see a hand print forming on his cheek. My hand, was stinging like a son of bitch right now.
"Oh yeah, I feel great." I smile, walking around him into the small room and throwing myself down on the couch.
"Can I stay with you until you go out?" Kelly asks Colby with hopeful eyes.
"Of course babe." He smiles at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. I had to admit, they were pretty cute together. They had the type of relationship everyone wanted.
"Yeah sure, just leave me here. I'll be fine." I tell them, kicking my feet up on the coffee table. "Not like she didn't beg my ass to come here, fear of being alone." I tease.
"You can hang out with us." Colby laughs.
"Kinda dramatic ain't ya?" Jon asks. "I'll sit with ya." He offers, falling into the seat next to me on the couch.
"I think I'll take my chances alone." I scoff.
"Ungrateful bitch." He says, looking over at me.
"Ignorant douche bag." I say back.
"Thunder cunt." He retaliates.
"Monkey fucker, asshole, dick, cum swapping faggot." I say to him, holding back my urge to grin. He fails though, grinning stupidly at me and making me laugh.
"You win." He shrugs. "Cum swapping faggot?" He laughs, shaking his head.
"So can we leave without having to worry about any casualties?" Colby asks from the doorway.
"Unless one of those fucking bitches tries coming up in here, we shouldn't have a problem." I shrug, "Or Jon decides to be a douche again." I add. Colby shakes his head, and he and Kelly disappear from the door down the hall.
"So, 20 questions." Jon smirks.
"We could watch TV instead, and not talk at all." I suggests, offering him the remote. He looks at it for a long second before looking back up at me and shaking his head. "It was worth a try." I mutter.
"Full name." He states.
"Annabelle Marie Shepard." I answer, "Yours?"
"Jonathan Good." He replies, "Age."
"23."
"Where'd ya come from?" He asks.
"I'm from South Dakota, moved to Florida when i was 18 for college and than here for the horse races." I answer.
"Horse races?"
"There's trotting centers all over the state. I train horses." I answer.
"Criminal record?" he asks.
"None." I answer. He raises his eyebrows at me, giving me a look as if he didn't believe me. "Not big into illegal activity, sorry." I shrug.
"Mox! Change of plans, you're up for a match in 20." A guy says from the door way. He glances at me, and half smiles, "Against Nick Gage." He adds before walking away.
"Family?" He asks turning back to me.
"Parents are in South Dakota, siblings all over." I reply. "Shouldn't you go get ready for your match?" I ask him.
"Yeah." He mutters, unimpressed. "Come on." He adds, grabbing my wrist and pulling me up off the couch. I give a squeal of protest as he pulls me down the hallway, not aggressively or anything just pulling me along behind him casually. We get to the very back of the building in a large, empty open room where he had his bag and he slams the door shut, making me visibly jump. "Sorry." He mutters, digging through his bag.
"The black ones, with the red writing." I suggest, glancing at the wrestling trunks he'd pulled out of the bag. There was a plain black one, red one and the black with the writing that said 'Moxley' on the butt.
"Oh yeah?" He asks, looking back at me with sultry grin.
"Don't flatter yourself." I shoot at him, "Those are just the best looking ones, the black ones there have a hole in the side." I shrug, "And red isn't your color." I add.
"Well, you're no fun." He remarks, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to me. "Why don't you come out ringside wearing my shirt?" He asks, wagging his eyebrows at me. He was a sight shirtless, no doubt about that.
"You're right, I'm no fun." I tell him, shaking my head 'no'. He only rolls his eyes and goes to unbutton his jeans, I chose that moment to turn around until he'd finished changing.
"Shy." He comments, "That's cute." He says and I know he's grinning at me, I didn't even have to turn around to know that. "I'm done." He adds, putting a hand on my shoulder and turning me around. I look down at his trunks and I can't help but laugh, they really did wear the most ridiculous things to wrestle in. "Don't laugh sweet pea, hurts my feelings." He teases, "Come on, I"ll walk ya back to the room. Kelly should be back by now." He adds motioning to the door.
"Thanks." I tell him when we get to the room. Kelly was back, and Colby was getting ready to go out for his match. "Good luck tonight." I tell Jon, and look at Colby. "You too, good luck." I grin at him.
"For luck." Jon grins, coming down to eye level with me and turning his cheek, pointing at it. I roll my eyes but place a soft kiss on his cheek. His stubble made my lips tickle and I fight the urge not to giggle.
"Now get." I tell him, sticking my thumb towards the ring. I walk into the room and sit down next to Kelly who was giving one of her famous smirks. "Alright so maybe he's not as much of an asshole as I thought. Still an asshole though." I tell her.
"You're taking to him. I see in it in your face." She tells me, turning on the TV. "And we're going to talk about this later." She adds.