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Chapter 8: Butterflies

Savannah

The alarm on my phone blared with an annoying beeping. It was time to get up; but that meant that it was close to the outing with Seth. My eyes met the sunlight shining from the window next to me. 8:30 came much too quickly. Shifting out of the bed, my feet touched the carpeted floor. It wouldn't be long before someone showed up at the door wanting answers to my text message.

I was nervous, despite him saying that it wasn't a date. In my head it sounded like one and it even felt like one. Maybe that was because of the feelings I once had for him in the past. With Roman gone, those feelings seem to have resurfaced, which confused me. I didn't want to be that girl that went to someone else so quickly after a break-up.

Reaching for that annoying phone, I turned off the alarm and saw the missed message. With a smile, I saw Seth's name under the list. Pressing my finger against the screen, his words appeared for my visual. "Good morning...see you soon." It never mattered how many words were present they always seemed to make my heart skip a beat.

"Yes you will. Is there something specific I'll need today?" I asked hoping that I didn't need to dress up for this occasion.

While I waited for his response, I could hear muffled voices outside the door. Rolling my eyes at the same time softly laughing, I opened the door to see Becky and Sasha playfully bickering about something. Krys hung back just watching the immaturity unfold before her eyes. "What are you doing?" I asked folding my arms over my chest.

"Nothing; so what's up? Why did you want to see us?" Sasha asked stepping passed the threshold and into the room.

The other two quickly followed suit. It didn't take long for the freaking butterflies to start the annoying fluttering. The heat in my cheeks flushed my skin and the three of them looked at me with curious eyes. "Let me ask you this...did Seth convince you not to quit?" Becky asked.

"Why in the holiest of hells would she want to quit? What kind of stupid shit is that?" Krys asked taking a step closer to me. Her dark eyes latching onto me out of concern.

"Calm down!" I replied being somewhat evasive in answering them.

"Why would Seth have anything to do with this?" Sasha asked sitting down on the oversized chair propping her legs on the arm.

"He's taking me out today..." I finally admitted.

The three of them looked at me like they were seeing a completely different person. Their wide eyes told me exactly what I needed to know. None of them were happy about it, which was fine because I wasn't asking for approval...just advice. My phone beeped, signaling an incoming message. Quickly opening it up, another smile curved my lips. "Nothing special at all. Wear what you want to." He answered.

"Okay."

"As in a date?" Becky asked.

"No. He wants to prove that there are things out there that can still make me happy. He wants to prove that Roman has a lot to do with my decision than I even knew. I mean yeah, I'm upset about not being used; but I love this business." I answered honestly sitting down on the edge of my bed.

Before Becky could budge from her spot on the floor, Krys was sitting down next to me. Her hands took mine, rubbing the pad of her thumb across my knuckles. Sasha sat up fully in the chair, alert to hear what would be said and also when it was her turn to insert her opinion on the subject. Seth wronged them just as much as he wronged me in the past; but the thing now was that I wanted to forget it even happened and move forward with my life. "There are things that still make you happy. Music being one of them." Krys stated tucking a stray chunk of my hair around my ear.

"I know you don't trust him and I'm not asking you to; but can you guys at least give him a chance. He's trying to make the past up to me." I asked softly, doing my best to hide the emotions underneath it all.

"We just don't want to see you get hurt again." Becky commented.

Sasha only nodded in agreement. I was slightly surprised that she hadn't spoken her opinion on the matter; but I think she knew how upset I was already and didn't want to contribute to it further. She got up from the chair and made her way to me. Kneeling down on the floor, she placed both her hands on my legs. "I can see how much this means to you...so I will give him a chance to make things right." She expressed with a comforting smile.

"Thank you...so what do I do? He says it's not a date...so what the hell do I wear?" I asked trying to change the subject into something more cheerful.

After much discussion, I settled on a black cold shoulder top with caged arms and a pair of form fitting jeans. It was simple enough; but sexy enough to attract attention if that was what he was getting at. Sliding my feet into my favorite pair of heeled sandals, I turned to look back at my friends for the final verdict. "You're beautiful..." Krys complimented.

"Thank you. I'm so nervous."

"Don't be, and if you need anything we will be there in a heartbeat." Becky replied giving me a gentle hug.

"Thanks guys."

Turning to walk towards the door, I looked back once only for them to wave goodbye. The walk down to the lobby was spent thinking about how close we once were, how my feelings for him fueled my ambition to get better in the ring and how I had been too much of a coward to tell him the truth. If I had, I wouldn't have gotten my heart broken so decisively.

Stepping out of the elevator, I could see his two-toned hair pulled back in a tight bun behind his head and dressed in light colored jeans with an olive green t-shirt. The view from behind was absolutely perfect. He turned around just as I passed the service desk. His eyes met mine almost instantly and in a matter of seconds, I was nervous all over again. "You look great." He complimented.

"Thank you...I didn't know what to wear." I replied honestly.

Seth

She really was stunning. The clothes were basic; but she was just so beautiful and I couldn't stop looking at her. I hoped that she smile the entire time just as she was currently. Gently placing a hand on the small of her back, I issued her to move forward. I even played the gentleman card by opening the car door for her. Seeing her smile was entirely my goal for the day. "So what are we doing?" She asked once I got inside the car.

"Just enjoy the ride. I'm not telling you anything." I replied moving the car into reverse before slamming into drive.

"How is the rehab going?" She asked most likely trying to keep conversation going.

"It's going slowly. As frustrated as I get with it...I also know that I can't rush it either. Don't worry so much about me...today is about you."

Savannah felt silent until her voice made its way through the music. She was singing along to the current song playing, which was more than fine with me. I absolutely loved her voice and wished she'd use it more often than she did. Just the visual of her adding her own touch to 'If It Means A Lot To You' from A Day to Remember just sent chills up my spine.

Her fingers tapped on the fabric of her pants with the beat. It was hard to concentrate on the road with her so close...close enough to touch, which was really what I wanted to do. I wanted to run my fingers through her long silky hair and trace lines across her soft skin. I had to get her mind off the issues with Roman and get her to focus on me.

"Have you ever played this song on your guitar?" I asked with the urge to hear her speak to me.

"I actually haven't; but I've been meaning to. There are a couple songs I want to learn." She replied turning away from the window to meet my half-gaze.

"Savannah..."

"Yeah..."

"I don't want you to give up something you love, because of someone. I'll work with you in the ring if that is the problem. I'll do whatever it is you need to get to where you want to go."

She fell silent again, though I wasn't surprised about it. I basically admitted an underline of feelings for her. Stopping at a light signal, I turned my head to see her expression. Her cheeks were rosy with a blush and her hazel eyes were glazed over with wetness, as if what I said was going to make her cry. "I don't know why they won't use me. If it was my abilities, I figured they would have sent me back down to NXT; but they haven't." She stated dabbing her eyes with her finger.

"We will figure it out. Don't worry about it today."

Turning the wheel to the left, I got back onto a three-lane section of the road. We drove for another ten minutes before I flipped on the turn-signal. Savannah instantly started to look around, wondering what it was we were doing. Once she saw the building with the blueish lettering on it, her eyes widened a little. Atlanta Botanical Garden...the one place she's never been to; but spoke of several times in the years I've known her.

"Are we really coming here?" She asked with an edge of excitement laced in her voice.

"Yes we are." I answered with a smile.

There was a tightness in my knee that worried me. I wondered if I could do all the walking required for this kind of thing. If I couldn't, it would seriously disappoint her and that was the last thing I wanted to do. As if our minds were in sync, she turned to me with concern written all over her features. "Are you sure that you're okay to do this? I appreciate the gesture; but I don't want you to put a strain on your knee."

"And miss the look on your face when you see everything you've been wanting to for years...I'd rather feel the pain than miss that."

"Seth..."

"Come on, princess."

Pushing the door open, the warm air greeted me. She walked around the front of the car to stand at my side. The breeze whipped her hair around, smacking me across the cheek, shoving the scent under my nose. The annoying stiffness in my knee was starting to drive me crazy. I didn't understand why it was giving me trouble, today of all days.

I paid for our entrance, much to Savannah's protest. She wanted to pay for herself; but it didn't take long for her eyes to venture to the new exciting views of the gardens. I could tell she was in awe and that tugged at me internally. She was absolutely breathtaking and the fact that she's given me another chance to make the past up to her was precious enough...but she was everything, always had been.

"This is beautiful...Seth, you have no idea how much I've wanted to come see this."

"I've heard you mention it once or twice over the years."

She smiled before taking off ahead of me. I gingerly followed, not bothering to hold her back. Today was about her and the more she was happy, the more I succeeded in accomplishing what I set out to do. I held up my phone, quickly taking a picture of her standing in front of the fountain. The way the sun hit her body added such an angelic touch to it.

After twenty minutes of walking, my knee was screaming for a rest. It was frustrating, because I wanted to enjoy all of this with her. "Sav! I'm going to sit down right here. Keep going and enjoy it." I called out to her.

Cocking her head to side for a second, she started to walk back in my direction. I sat down on the bench behind me, stretching my leg out taking the pressure of my weight off the knee. There were dozens of people crowding her and I could tell that it was annoying her. Once she passed through them, she sat down next to me with her hands resting on her lap. "Seth, you are doing too much. I think you need to just rest a day."

"I'm not in the gym today."

"That's not what I mean. I mean actually rest, where you aren't walking around all day."

Savannah

He reached out to brush the back of his hand across the tender skin of my cheek. His touch was exhilarating and it took everything I had not to just push myself up against him to take those kisses I've been dreaming about the last two days. I knew that I had to contain myself for the fear of being rejected and tossed aside like Roman had done to me almost a month ago. "I thought I could handle it; but it had other ideas. I'm sorry."

"You've got nothing to be sorry about. It's the thought that counts, Seth. You have no idea how much this means to me." I admitted.

"What do you want to do?"

"You need to get off that leg, so how about we just hang out in my room and watch a movie. I've got to pack up to leave in tomorrow morning anyway. There is a live show in Greenville, South Carolina."

His lips curved into a smile. It seemed that he agreed with my offer, because he slowly started to stand up. I placed my arms around his, helping him up a little. His scent waved under my nose, intoxicating me. We slowly got back to his car and when he opened the drivers door, I snuck out around him to sit down. There was no way he was driving this time.

A soft chuckle escaped his throat as he handed me the keys. Once he got inside, my fingers turned the key to started the engine. He adjusted the seat to his liking and leaned his head back on the rest, gently closing his eyes listening to the music around him. I decided that maybe I'd sing a little to cheer him up. Although, I was going to have to wait for a different song to come on...the one currently playing wasn't going to do me any justice.

With the windows down, the wind was shifting our hair in a million different directions. I didn't even care, because he was there beside me and he had done more for me today than anyone has in the last year or so. It was more than enough to convince me that quitting wasn't the answer to my problems. I'd be leaving everything behind. My friends, a job I loved and him. I knew now that I just couldn't do that.

Turning onto the freeway, the song changed to one that I knew very well and could easily sing along to. '100 in a 55' by Pop Evil. I didn't know if it was out of reflex or on purpose; but his hand found mine, giving it a gentle squeeze before just resting on top of it. The stupid butterflies returned, making it harder to concentrate on the task at hand. When the intro ended, the time had come for my voice to enter.

"Turn back on the broken hearted

Some things are just meant to be

I still believe that we got a chance

I still believe that we got a chance to be

Too much is never enough

And too little to never enough

Full speed got me looking back out my rear view

I can't go back."

Seth opened his eyes upon hearing my voice. His hand that was on top of mine shifted to lace his fingers through mine. In a matter of seconds, my skin heated up. Trying desperately to ignore it, my voice continued to express the song in a different way. Turning the wheel, I pulled into the parking lot of the hotel I was staying in. The last note held out a little longer than anticipated; but it still ended pretty decently. "You have such a beautiful voice." He compliment.

"Thank you...and thank you for everything today."

"Did it help?"

"Yes it did."

"Then you're welcome. Don't let him ruin you. You are so much better than that."

I smiled handing him the keys. Getting out of the car, I looked out into the cloudless sky for a few moments. Roman was still latched onto my heart and I wished that it would let go. The pain of it was too much and I was so over it.

The walk to the elevator was spent in silence. Neither of us knew what to say to each other. I came so close to telling him everything about my past feelings for him today and that just couldn't happen, at least not yet anyway. It was too soon for a conversation like that. The ding of the elevator stopping, snapped me back to reality.

We stepped out onto the floor and proceeded towards my room. I stopped dead in my tracks the moment my eyes saw Roman hanging outside my door with arms crossed over his chest. This was not something I wanted to deal with after having such a perfect morning. Seth limped to get closer to me, understanding my hesitation.

"What are you doing here?" I asked softly trying not to let it bother me.

"We need to talk." He answered shifting his eyes in the direction of Seth.

"No we really don't."

I took a step towards my door, unlocking it. Roman reached out taking a hold of my hand. It wasn't rough; but it wasn't gentle either. Looking up from the handle of the door, I glared at him and he instantly let go of my hand. The pleading look in his eyes was starting to effect me until Seth took a step closer, fading the haze away. "So are you two together now?" Roman asked.

"Not that's any of your business; but no, we are just friends." I answered pushing the door open.

"When you have a free moment, I'd like to talk to you."

"Okay."

Seth's hand found the curve of my lower back. Roman simply glared at him before walking away. The adrenaline was rushing through me and I couldn't seem to calm down. The burning sensation of tears washed over me as I thought about what he wanted to talk with me about. Was he finally going to tell me truth as to why he left me? Did I even really want to know now?