Chapter Thirteen - Crystal Clear
We sat in silence on the car ride home, Wade was looking straight ahead; his arms and shoulders were tense and his knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel too hard. He didn't acknowledge or even look at me when we walked from the arena to the car; he just beeped impatiently when I stopped to sign an autograph. I had already picked of one hand of nail polish in nervousness, trying to work myself up to break the silence, I sighed preparing myself for his reaction, "So…" I started, that's the best you could come up with? Dumbass, he shot me a look filled with poison, I slunk back into my seat with the sting of his look burning hot inside of me, "We need to talk about it." I spoke again, keeping my eyes straight ahead avoiding another look, "No fucking way, really?" he spat sarcastically, "Can we just talk about it like adults?" I pleaded turning my body to face his, "That's funny coming from you, what are you fourteen? Because you fucking acted like a stupid fucking teenager out there!" he cried hitting the steering wheel with his palm, "I had concerns for the first kiss and you just slapped me in the face by kissing him unscripted and to top it off you bloody well looked like you enjoyed it." My jaw dropped, "I did not act like a fourteen year old! Mr. McMahon himself shook my hand and commended my improvisation." I am so lame. He growled, "Oh Con-grad-u-lations on your career achievement, did he give you a gold star on your forehead. Fourteen, eighteen, there is not much difference there." My heart felt like it was about to burst out of my chest and I held back tears, "Don't treat me like a child, and talk to me properly." I spoke meekly, "Then don't act like one!" he yelled causing me to jump, and a tear ran down my cheek, "I'm sorry." I whispered, "You should be." He spat, he sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "Did you enjoy it?" he asked softly, "Enjoy what?" I asked back wiping away my tears, "The kiss?" he asked again, his grip tightening on the wheel. "No. It was all show." Lie, I thought to myself, I placed a hand on his arm which he shook off, that was your chance to be honest and you threw it away, another tear ran down my cheek; he sighed, "Maybe it's best that I'm traveling without you for 8 days." He spoke without looking at me his hands still tight; we had pulled up to the front of the hotel, "Yeah, I'll talk to you later." I whispered, "Maybe." He said without enthusiasm; he should have just said no and saved me the heartbreak. I need to get my head around this and stop acting like a wanker; I opened the door and grabbed my bag without another word. I hurried up to our shared hotel room and packed my bags, I didn't want to be around when he got back, I did a double check I didn't leave anything behind and left the key on the television stand before shutting the door.
"You feeling alright kid?" asked Mike, Kid! I burst into tears at the thought; Mike panicked "I didn't mean it in that way I swear." He hurried to grab the box of tissues to offer to me, I took a tissue and blew my nose, "I'm sorry," I sniffled, "I'm acting like a dickhead." I wiped my eyes with a clean tissue and sat up to rest my back on the headboard, "Bethany it's going to be okay." He reassured me, placing his hands on mine, "I went through the same thing with Maryse when she was paired with DiBiase, it sucks and makes you want to punch people, its something that he is going to have to get over." I wish it were that simple. I sighed and put on my best brave face "Thanks for the pep talk, lets go get on this bus."
I put up my hood and weaved my way through the bus to find a empty seat, I wasn't in the mood to talk to people, I went to put in my earphones but I was interrupted by a excited Beth, she sat next to me and handed a piece of paper, "What's this?" I asked as I took the piece of paper, she looked as if she was about to explode with excitement, "It's the new script.", I looked at her confused, "Open it I want to be the first to see your face!" I opened the piece of paper and took in the paragraph, "Your kidding, please don't tell me your joking." Beth shook her head and replied "Nope, I was just handed the paper from Bret from writing." Sydney Myers, the first Australia Diva's Champion. I blinked a few time and reread the paper just to make sure I wasn't day dreaming, Beth pinched me, "Ouch!" I squealed, "Just showing you that your not dreaming." She laughed and rubbed the sore spot, "Wait hold on, I thought I wasn't going to win it this time around." Beth gave a small smile, "I'm retiring." My stomach dropped in shock, "No way, I can't believe it." She fiddled with the bracelet on her hand, "Yeah it's time to stop. I've been doing this for so many years and I need a break, my ankles aren't what they use to be." I gave her a big hug and fought back tears, Beth was a big part in my transition from FCW to the main roster and she was always there to answer any questions or help me out. "What am I going to do without you?" I asked with a small smile. "Your going to kill it in the Diva's division and I can't wait to help you kick start it at the pay-per-view." I should be ecstatic and I couldn't wait to tell the guys but the one person I really couldn't wait to tell was the person that has shut me out of his life.