"Pride and Prejudice"
An Edge/Ashley fanfic
Thanks to Daddy's LiL HeartBreaker, xAttitudex, The Rated R Superstar, wwe whore and slizzin' diva for reviewing last chapter, you guys rock! hope you like this one : )
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Chapter 6: "Apologies"
"Ashley! What are you doing here?" Paul London asked surprised to see her friend on his hotel room's door at that hour.
"Can I come in?"
"But sure!" He smiled a little completely opening the door.
"Hi Brian," The dirty diva faintly smiled.
"Hey! What's up?" The blonde guy asked surprised as well turning down the volume of the tv and adjusting himself in a sitting position on his bed.
"I'm so pissed off!" She exclaimed, "Sorry guys to bother you but I really needed to tell someone!"
"Never mind, you never disturb us Ash; but what happened?" Paul asked sitting on the edge of his bed.
"Something related with your 'date'?" Brian asked.
"You can bet!"
"What did he do this time?"
"You're not going to believe it," she shook her head and proceeded to explain the whole story to her friends.
"What a jerk!" Brian exclaimed as soon as the self proclaimed dirty diva had finished.
"I know, right?" She said relieved to have someone on her page.
"That guy's really an ass." Paul commented shaking his head.
"What the hell does he want from me?" Ashley exasperatedly said pacing back and forth, "Who does he think he is to treat me like that? He's nobody to judge me, nobody! He doesn't even know me! But he can say with that stupid annoying smirk that of course I didn't win against Melina, I'm just a playboy cover girl! A stupid, brainless eye candy without talent! But what does he know about me? Nothing! What does he know of how many hours we spent training together? I bet he didn't even watch any of my matches! Gosh, I hate that guy! He thinks he's so better that anyone else but he's just an idiot full of himself!"
Brian opened his mouth 3 times to say something but the diva went on and on, so he just turned off the tv cause there was no chance that he could finish to watch the movie.
"Hey, slow down." Paul chuckled.
"Sorry guys, I was kinda caught in the moment." Ashley said with an embarrassed smile.
"Don't pay attention to him," Brian suggested, "you just play his game if you let him bother you like that."
"Yeah," the other superstar agreed with his best friend, "he's not even worth your attention."
"I know but… I can't stand him!" She exclaimed stomping her foot on the floor.
"I know that he's annoying and all but… why are you caring so much?" Paul then asked without receiving a satisfying answer.
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Adam huffed entering the hotel he was staying at, a duffel bag and a suitcase in his hands. One of them belonging to the one and only dirty diva that had left it in his car earlier.
After she had stormed off like that, he had spent more than a half hour within his car searching for her in the nearby. Yeah, he could be an ass but for sure he wouldn't have left her alone at that time of the night. Obviously he hadn't found her.
"Good evening mister,"
"Adam Copeland." The superstar announced handing his ID to the hotel employee and receiving a card key back.
"Room 413 sir, third floor."
"Thanks."
"Do you need help with your luggage?"
"No thanks, I can handle it by myself." He said starting to walk towards the elevator, then he suddenly stopped and turned again. "Actually you could help me with something." He said with his trademark grin.
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The digital clock on her bedside showed 8:15 when Ashley was waken up by a knock on the door. The dirty diva groaned and unwillingly stood up and rubbing her eyes reached the door.
"Morning miss, a delivery for you." An employee greeted her with a smile handing her a bunch of beautiful red roses.
"...Thanks." She lightly smiled back taking it and then closed the door. She took the roses to her nose tasting the pleasant scent before giggling and sitting on the bed with her legs crossed. Yes, she could be the punk diva and a tomboy but what girl wouldn't appreciate red roses?
Curious of who may be her "admirer" she smiling opened the little note that accompanied the flowers. But as soon as she did it, her smile faded.
"Ashley,
I'm sorry for yesternight. I think you misunderstood my words and I'm sorry you went away like that.
Take care, Adam."
"Unbelievable." She shook her had and tossed the flowers next to her.
I misunderstood him? How in hell could I have misunderstood him if his words were even enough clear? –she thought- That stupid, annoying…
But her thoughts were interrupted by another knock on the door.
She huffed adjusting her straight hair and reached the door finding the last person she'd have liked to see there in that very moment.
"Hey,"
"What do you want?" Ashley coldly replied.
"Did you get my flowers?" He uncertainly asked.
"Yes, I did." For a moment it seemed like he was totally checking her out, so she adjusted the tank top that was wearing on a pair of shorts a little embarrassed.
"And so?" He said with a little smile.
"And so what?" She huffed, "Do you think that you can be an ass and then adjust everything scribbling an untrue apology?"
"Whoa! Untrue? I thought what I wrote. What makes you think that it's untrue?"
"Oh please, then explain me how I have misunderstood your words." She said with her hands on her hips.
"Fine!" He yelled before taking a deep breath and trying to explain it calmly, "I didn't mean that personally against you and I didn't mean to offend you. I was just saying that-"
"Whatever, you did anyway!" She cut him off, "Cause you're so full of yourself that you think you can judge anybody! Well I got news for you, Edge: you're nobody to judge me!"
"Would you shut up for a second?" He yelled back, "I was just trying to explain that I meant it in general! That they would push any diva for a playboy cover but then they'd make her lose at Wrestlemania. I wasn't saying it because of you, ok? Got it?"
"Ok," she said a little taken aback.
"And stop yelling at me btw!"
"And you stop being an ass!" She snapped back before they both angrily looked away from each other as two kids fighting over something stupid and no one wants to give it up. "Anyway what did you want? Why you came?"
"Here." He said handing her her suitcase, "You left it in my car."
"Oh yeah right, thanks."
"Welcome."
"Did you find my bandana too? I think I left it in the backseat."
"Nope."
"Okay… that's all I guess."
"Yeah, see you around." He rolled his eyes and left, both them a little embarrassed of the way they kept fighting every time they were in each other's company.
Ashley closed the door and huffed. "Then why did he invite me?" She whispered to herself; she was curious to know that but there was no way she could bring herself to ask it if every time they were like dog and cat. She heavily collapsed on her bed and read again his note. It was only then that Paul's question came back to her: Why are you caring so much?
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Adam huffed and walked down the corridor. That girl was really getting on his nerves, always yelling at him, always fighting with him. And so why had he just done something nice like send her flowers if he knew that it had been only a misunderstanding? And why did he care to apologize to her if anyone knew that the Rated R superstar never said sorry? He just shook his head putting his inner voice on silence mode and kept on walking with his hands in his jeans' pocket. That was when another question popped out in his mind: Why did he lie and keep her bandana with him then?
