White Flags
Chapter six; bad blood
A/N: I do not own any of the characters mentioned besides Cora Worthington my OC. Thank you to those who are following this story and for the reviews. It's greatly feel free to leave feedback, it's always welcomed :)- xHWS
"Word on the street is that Zahara is backstage."
"I heard she was seen leaving Seth's locker room"
Overhearing the conversation, Cora stopped in her tracks as she walked down the hallway. She turned and looked over at Summer Rae who was talking to Eva Marie. "What was that about Zahara?" the ginger diva asked as she stepped closer to the two divas. Summer glanced over at Eva. The two divas knew about the bad blood between Zahara and Cora.
"We heard Zahara is backstage tonight and was seen coming out of Seth's locker room." Summer said twirling her hair around her finger. Cora felt her heart drop to her stomach. She knew about Zahara and Seth's past. It was part of the reason for her hatred for the tattooed diva. With out saying anything she turned on her heels and headed for Seth's locker room.
By the time she reached Seth's locker room she was heated. Slamming the door open she was met with the faces of Authority. "What the hell Seth" she sneered stepping into Seth's face not caring she was interrupting the trio.
"Cora not now" he said lowly. He could feel the eyes of Stephanie and Hunter boring into them. "I'm busy".
"Seth" she hissed shoving her finger into his chest "What is Zahara doing being in your locker room". Seth pushed Cora's hand away from his chest.
"We're not talking about this" he glared at her. He was in no mood to be discussing this with her in front of their bosses. Cora held his glaze. He knew she was mad. He knew her all to well. Hunter cleared his throat causing the two to look over at him.
"Do you two need some alone time to work this out?" Hunter asked raising an eyebrow looking between the two.
"Cora is going to be a good girl and is going to drop this and leave," he nearly growled at his girlfriend. Cora clenched her jaw as she looked over her boyfriend. She took a deep breath and composed herself. She softly smiled at Hunter. "Sorry for the interruption. Steph I love your dress" she softly said as she looked over at Seth.
Seth knew the look in her eyes all to well. He knew the look of her hurt. He had caused the look many times over their relationship and this time was no different. He took a deep breath as she walked out of the locker room. He wanted to go after her and give her an expiation but he knew he had to stay and finish the meeting with the boss.
Stalking down the hallway Cora was greeted to the sounds of whispers from her co-workers about Seth and Zahara. Trying not to the whispers get to her she kept her head up. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Zahara talking with Eva. Smirking to herself Cora started to walk towards two NXT divas.
"Eva hey!" she faked a huge smile as she shoulder checked Zahara.
"Really Cora, grow up some" Zahara glared at Cora.
"Oh sorry, I didn't notice we had trash back here" Cora smirked at Zahara. "Eve you should take it out before it stinks up the hallway". Eva looked between the girls putting her hands up.
"I'll see you girls later" the diva said as she scurried away leaving the two girls alone.
Zahara stepped closer to the ginger diva leaving only a small gap between the two. "I see you decided not to wear clothes, what a shocker," Cora said sarcastically as she pushed Zahara lightly to get her out of her space. Zahara faked a smile.
"Look at you, all dressed boring. No wonder why Seth wanted to see me".
Cora turned her head clenching her jaw. Without even thinking twice Cora looked back at her and sung her right arm catching the tatted diva in the face with a slap.
"You little bitch" Zarah snared slapping Cora back. Cora wasted no time tackling Zahara to the ground. Zahara grabbed ahold of Cora's hair yanking it causing the younger diva to squeal out giving her the upper hand. Using her strength Cora pushed Zahara off getting to her feet.
"He is mine back off!" Cora yelled as she grabbed Zahara by the hair and started to toss her into t the crates across from them. Zahara though, was not going down with out a fight. She quickly counter the move and sent Cora flying into the crates creating a loud crashing sound. Zahara took the opportunity to pounce of Cora. Cora unwilling to quit rolled over the two and hit the other girl hard against the face. Zahara quickly rolled Cora back onto the floor. The sound of hate filled words left both girls mouths as the rolled around on the floor.
Hearing shouting, Seth turned the corner of the hallway only to see Cora on top of Zahara throwing punches. "God damn it!" He groaned as he, along with J&J Security went to break up the fight between the divas.
"Cora stop" the Iowa native's voice filled the ears of Cora's as he wrapped his arms around the midsection of her body and pulling her off Zahara. Cora kept kicking and screaming trying to get free of his grip.
"LET ME GO" She shouted as she struggled against his grip. Zahara, who was being held back by Jamie Noble and Joey Mercury, was struggling to get out their grips as well.
"KEEP YOUR BITCH IN LINE SETH" Zahara screamed as she broke free from Jamie's grip long enough to grab Cora's hair.
"Get her off" Seth yelled at Joey and Jamie as he tried breaking the two girls up. By then other superstars and security started to get involved. After what felt like forever the two finally got separated.
Seth hastily pulled Cora away from the crowd into an empty locker room and set her back on her feet.
"What the hell Coralline" He said placing his hands on his hips. Never had he seen Cora act like that. Sure she's been known to smack Zahara but never to this degree. Cora looked at Seth and she was furious with him. Furious for the way he had been taking to her and the fact he had Zahara in his locker room.
"Why did you want to see her Seth" her voice cracked as she tried to keep it together.
"Cora…" he didn't want to tell her he missed him. Not after seeing her holding Zahara down.
"Tell me Seth" Cora demanded.
"I missed her".
