Here is Chapter 6 my loves. I'm not really big on Chapter 5 and I really didn't know what I wanted to do for Chapter 6 so I made it about Colby, I mean Seth Rollins. I am getting stuck with writers block, which always happens at this time, so please stay with me. For all you Amanda fans out there, don't worry. She will be making an appearance again. Thanks for reading so far and thanks for reviewing.
Colby walked around the small town outside were Raw was going to be taped the next night. He fixed his hood on his sweatshirt. He tried to hide his face so he wasn't bombarded by fans. For now, it was actually working.
He took his phone out of his pocket. Lesley was supposed to be calling him They were going to meet up and talk. She was here visiting family, so she thought it was best.
However, she was supposed to call him over an hour ago. He shoved the phone in his pocket. They had only been broken up for a few days, but it was pissing him off that she hadn't wanted to speak with him about it.
Wasn't tat the normal thing to do? Talk about it so the could move past their issues. If anything, it seemed Lesley was trying to avoid him.
He felt his phone go off. He took it out and saw he had a text. It was from her, telling him to meet her at Starbucks on some street. He quickly checked on his phone where the coffee shop was. He started walking, seeing he was only a few streets down.
He didn't know what he was going to say to her, but he hoped she would explain things.
He walked in the shop and looked around. He spotted her sitting near the window, texting away on her phone. He quickly walked over to the table, pulling the empty chair out and sitting. She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hey Colby," she said happily.
"Hi," he gave her a confused look. "You seem a bit happy for this situation."
"That's because I am happy," she brushed her blonde hair out of her face.
"Happy to see me?" He smiled, reaching his hand over to her. She leaned back in her chair, placing her hands in her lap. "Or not," he sighed. "So, are you going to explain…"
"There's nothing to explain Colby. How many times do I have to tell you?"
"A thousand times," he snapped, anger slowly building in him. That's not what he wanted to hear. "People just don't break up because someone just doesn't want to be in a relationship anymore."
She rolled her hazel eyes.
"People do it all the time."
"Oh really," he leaned forward. "How about two days after a conversation with the person who was so happy for the other to come home? So happy that he had a slight break in his schedule? Do they break up?"
Lesley shrugged her shoulders. Colby looked at her for a few minutes before leaning back in his chair.
"So what?" he shrugged his shoulders. "You just don't want to be with me anymore?"
"See I knew you would get it," she smiled again at him. "I'm sorry Colby that I feel this way, but it just happened."
Colby looked away from her and at his hands on the table. Five years they were together. Five years she was by his side while his dream of being a wrestler came true. Five years for her not to have feelings for him anymore.
"So I brought your stuff you left at my house," she leaned down and picked up a box. She struggled with it. He bent down and helped her. "Thanks," she slammed it on the table. "This is everything you left at my house. I hope you didn't walk here. It's really heavy."
"I'm parked a a few streets away." He looked through some of the things. It was mainly clothes and music. He looked away from the box. He saw on her finger a simple silver ring with a tribal design on it.
"And the ring?" He asked looking back up at her.
"What about the ring?" Her smiled faltered.
"I gave that to you. I would like it back."
"But…"
"But nothing Lesley. You don't get to keep a promise ring when there is no promise anymore."
"You are being unfair! You gave this to me! It's mine!" She slightly yelled, a few people around them looking at their table.
"I'm being unfair? You won't even tell me why you are breaking up with me!"
"Take your stupid ring!" She took the ring off of her finger and threw it at him. She then stood up. "It didn't mean anything to me anyways," she sneered as she walked past him.
"What?!" He grabbed the ring and stood up going to follow her. When he looked around, he noticed she was already gone. "Dammit," he said as he sat back down in his chair. He ran his hands over his face. This was not how he wanted this to go. He wanted an explanation, but he was left with more questions than answers. Jon's words on her cheating kept running through his head. He really hoped that wasn't the reason why she left.
He picked up his box, leaving the coffee shop. He could hear people whispering about what happened and then some calling him Seth Rollins. Just what he needed. Fans creating there own assumption of what just happened. He couldn't wait to read about it later online.
He walked around the corner to the main street, heading back towards his car. He held onto the box, it slipping from his grip.
"Dammit!' He yelled as it fell from his hands onto the ground. He then kicked the box.
"What the hell did the box ever do to you?"
He looked up to see Cassie walk out of a shop. She smiled and waved.
"How are you always at the same place I am?"
"Actually, I think I was here first. Same with when we first met. So it is you," she wiggled her finger at him. "Who is following me."
"And how do you know that?"
Cassie pointed behind her finger behind her. Colby looked up to see she walked out of a tattoo parlor.
"Been here since like 8 this morning."
"You got a tattoo?" He looked back at her, now noticing her upper left arm wrapped up.
"Finished up a tattoo actually. I have half a sleeve finished."
"Nice."
"So back to my first question. What did the box ever do to you?"
They both looked down at the box.
"Besides holding a bunch of stuff that my ex just gave back to me? Nothing."
"Oh ouch," Cassie cringed. "Sorry."
"Not your fault," he bent down and picked it back up. "You aren't my ex."
"And from the way you are reacting, I don't want to be. You seem really pissed off."
"Ya think?"
"Well the only thing that I could possibly do is ask if you need help carrying something?"
"Uh sure," he lowered the box a bit. Cassie started grabbing some CDs.
"Nice choice in music," she held up an Asking Alexandria CD. "Very nice choice."
"You like them?"
"Yeah, they aren't bad," she continued to look through music. "Wow, some of these bands I haven't listened to in years," she took a good bundle out of the box. "Better?" She looked up at him.
"Yeah thanks," he got a better grip on the box. "You mind walking to my car?"
"If I did I wouldn't be here," she carefully looked through the CDs she was holding. "So anything you want to talk about to make this a little less awkward?" She flipped over a cd to read the back.
"Um, where are you from?"
"Out of everything in the world that's what you want to talk about?" She smiled at him.
"I guess," he shrugged his shoulders. "Nobody has really asked anything about you within the days that you have been on the road with us."
"Alright, well I'm from New Jersey unfortunately. Lived there pretty much my entire life except a few years that I lived in West Virginia."
"I can hear a southern twang in your voice."
"Twang?" she laughed. "First I've heard of that."
"So not a big fan on Jersey?"
"Nope. I've hated living there ever since I can remember."
"When did you finally leave?"
"When I was 23. Jumped in my truck and headed down to Florida."
"Is that when you attended Full Sail?"
"Yeah. I was talking with a representative since I was 21 but when I found out FCW worked with the school, I was packing my clothes."
"That bad?"
"Yeah. People are just horrible there."
Colby looked at her and could tell that she was getting a bit uncomfortable talking about it.
"What about your family?"
"Um, my mom and dad still live there."
"Any brothers and sister?"
"Two brothers and Two sisters. Both sisters have kids. Tina who is the oldest girl has one son Nathan. Desiree has two kids Lawton and Allie."
"Big family."
"Yeah. What about you?"
"Two brothers."
"I'm sure your mom loved that."
Colby laughed.
"And I'm sure your mom loved 5 kids."
"Yeah it's more like 4. We sort of disowned my brother Mike."
"Oh?" he questioned, not wanting to step over any boundaries.
"Well that's what happens when you turn to drugs. Your family turns their backs. I try to keep in contact just in case, but he's always strung out so it's hard to talk to him," she stopped looking the CDs and payed attention to were she was walking. "And you probably don't want to hear any of this."
"Well it isn't any of my business. We hardly know each other, but I know talking helps."
Cassie rolled her eyes, but smiled.
"Yeah that's what I told you at Cena's. Way to take my mojo."
"It's the truth," he stopped next to a deep blue car. "This is me," he got the keys out and unlocked it. He opened the door and placed the box down. He turned around and went to grab some of the CDs but stopped himself. "You want those?"
"Me?" she asked looking down at the CDs. "Oh I couldn't. They're yours."
"And all they are going to do is bring up memories. You can take them."
"Ok sweet," she smiled. "Get back into Heavy Metal."
"You stopped listening to metal?"
"For a bit. I was listening to bands like Dimmu Borgir and Deicide. Then I realized I didn't want any religious affiliation."
"Nice," he shut the car door. "Sorry if there are and mix CDs in there. I made a few for her."
Cassie laughed.
"What is this the 80s? Next you'll be telling me you stood outside her window with a large boom box playing Cindy Lauper."
"Thought about it. Way to crush my dreams," he laughed.
"Mighty fine dreams there Colby. I'll see ya at the arena tomorrow," she started to head off towards her car.
"Yeah see ya tomorrow."
I think after this, I'm going to jump around with the shows. Put some distance into it so we can get to all the good stuff. I write when I'm happy. Reviews make me happy. Make me happy to write, review please :-D