"Sasha, I don't know about this one," I claimed picking at my outfit while walking out the the bathroom. I had changed into my fourth outfit and we had to meet the rest of the group in the parking lot in five minutes.
"That's the one, now let's go." Sasha exasperated while grabbing my hand.
"But you said that for all of them," I whined, getting a last look of myself in the mirror. "Too much boob?"
She shook her head while zipping up her gym bag. "You look hot, Finn won't be able to keep his eyes off you."
Blushing, I nodded while packing up my bag. "He's being weird all of a sudden."
She looked at me confused as we left the room behind us. "What do you mean?"
Shrugging, I blew a curly strand of hair out of my face. "He keeps staring at me."
"You're complaining?" Sasha laughed as we were reaching the exit doors.
I shook my head. "Not at all but just last month he wouldn't even look my way but now when I look at him, half the time he's already staring at me."
"Skylar," Sasha pulled me to a stop right in front of the doors. "I've heard you go on about Finn for months now and I'm not annoyed at all cause that's my job as your best friend but if you don't make a move, I'll make it for you."
"You wouldn't?" I playfully glared at her.
She placed all of her weight on her left foot placing a hand on her hip, a indication that she wasn't kidding by any means.
"He probably doesn't even feel that way about me," I groaned while grabbing my bags and following her outside the building letting the cool night air brush against my skin.
Heads turned in our direction and immediately I felt those eyes pierce into me, gluing me in that spot. Those same eyes raked over my bare legs, up my midsection, up to my chest taking his sweet time gazing over them, and slowly biting his lip before resting those eyes on my face.
"Yeah, he doesn't feel that way about you." Sasha whispered in my ear and quickly averted her attention towards the group. "Sorry we're late, someone had to change her outfit yet again."
I merely shrugged. "I couldn't find anything to wear."
"You look nice," Sami commented while Becky agreed.
"Thank you," I smiled over to them and fell into silence when they went over the driving plan with Sasha.
Rubbing my hands over my bare arms, I shuddered at the cold air and cursed when I realized I had packed up my jacket.
"Cold?"
Looking up at the Irish accent, I swallowed the lump in my throat as all I could do was nod. Shaking out of his leather jacket, he handed it over to me. "I can't take your jacket, Finn."
"Nonsense," he smiled over to me. "I'll be fine."
Returning the smile, I looked him over. He was wearing black slacks and a black button up, leaving the top buttons unbuttoned. "Thank you," I took it with gratitude feeling a spark as our fingers brushed together.
Slipping it on, a wave of his cologne flooded my nostrils and an image of Finn and I lying naked together in bed on a lazy afternoon flooded my mind. Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I bit my lip as I peeked a glance over to Finn, wanting nothing more than to see him naked.
"So I only have enough room in my car for Sami and Becky. Is it alright if Skylar rides with you, Finn?" Sasha asked with her fake voice.
Scoffing at her, I bit my lip waiting for him to respond. "Course."
"See you guys there!" Sasha yelled giving us a wave and I watched them walked away before turning my attention towards Finn.
"Are you sure you don't mind?" I asked, "I can get a ride with someone else."
"It's fine," he gave me a genuine smile.
Nodding, I followed him over to his car and smiled a thanks when he took my bag for me, placing it in the trunk. Once we were both in the warm car, Finn started the car and began driving to the local bar we always hang out at; well not me. I'm not really into the whole bar scene and the only reason I was coming out was because Sasha practically begged me.
"New tattoo?" Finn asked, breaking the silence.
I looked from the tattoo on my thigh to him, completely surprised he noticed. "You noticed?"
He face scrunched up in confusion. "Why wouldn't I?"
My shoulders shrugged as I rubbed my palms on my legs. "We don't really talk."
"That doesn't mean I don't pay attention to ya," the tone in his Irish accent shook my body .
Blushing like a madwoman, I nodded to his previous question. "Yeah, uh, I got it yesterday. I actually designed it myself," I traced my finger over it.
Pulling the car to a stop at a random train, he looked over to me with a surprised expression. "You draw?"
Nodding with a proud smile, I turned my body to face him. "I've actually designed all of my tattoos."
"What about this one," Finn's fingers brushed against the writing on my collar bone filling my body with complete warmth.
All I could do was nod as he let his finger linger there, tracing over the lettering. Our bodies were close together in his tiny car and as much as being alone with him scared me, I didn't want to say anything afraid to ruin the moment.
Curiosity got the best of me, however. "Finn?" His name came out quiet.
"Hm," he responded just as quiet, fingers still tracing my tattoo.
"Why do you cover yourself in paint?"
I've always wondered this ever since he came to NXT but I was never brave enough to ask. A part of me believed while I tried to stay away from him, his demon side kept pulling me in. Every time he would make the demon entrance, I would find myself in the usual trances, blocking out the world around me.
There was one time I was walking around backstage before a show and walked passed a room where Finn was sitting in, getting his body painted. Unbeknownst to him, I stayed for a few minutes watching in complete awe.
"I become more confident with it. Shows my true side." His words came out hot against my face. "By the looks of your artwork, I may have to have you design something for me."
Smiling proudly, I nodded. "I'd love too."
Finn returned my smile and reluctantly pulled his fingers away from my skin as the train ended and started driving again. My body suddenly felt cold and I pulled his coat closer to me trying to warm myself.
We drove in silence for a few moments until my phone rang from my pocket.
I hope you didn't ditch me-Kev
Groaning, I opted out of replying and slammed my head against the headrest. Kevin was beginning to annoy me. No matter how many times I told him I wasn't interested, his advances would increase even more.
"Everything alright?" Finn asked as he pulled into the parking lot of the bar, shutting off the car.
"No," I groaned not wanting to go in.
"Owens?" He asked.
"How'd you know?" I asked looking over to him.
He shrugged before running his hand through his hair, an action I suddenly found myself wanting to do. "He's actually talked to me about ya before."
"What about?"
"He asked me what he should do; ask you out or move on. He was afraid of wasting his time on you if you were too busy with someone else," his voice was quiet, just about a whisper.
"Why would he ask you about it? Why wouldn't he ask me?" I asked, completely confused.
Before Finn could answer the question, there was a tapping against the wind shield. "Are we interrupting something?" Sasha asked with a proud smile.
"No, we're coming." Finn said before getting out of the car, leaving my question unanswered.
Groaning, I got out of the car and started walking next to Sasha and Becky while Sami and Finn walked ahead of us. "So?" Becky asked.
"What?"
"I would hope in the ten minutes it took to drive here that you would have said something to the guy," Sasha said.
"We did talk actually." I said with a proud tone. "About my tattoo's, his body paint, and Kevin."
"Really? You talked to the guy you're trying to get with about the guy who wants to get with you?" Becky asked with a laugh as we all walked into the club. The guys went to the bar while us ladies quickly grabbed a booth in the corner.
At the sudden warmth of the building, I shook Finn's jacket off and placed it neatly next to me. "It wasn't my fault. He actually told me that Kev went up to him and asked if he should ask me out."
"Why would he do that?" Sasha asked confused.
"Right, that's what I don't get." I said with the same tone in my voice.
"Drink's all around!" Sami exclaimed setting a round of shots on the table. He slid in next to Becky while Finn stood.
My face scrunched at the alcohol in front of me. "I'll pass." I pushed away the shot glass.
Sami looked at me confused so Sasha spoke for me. "She doesn't drink."
"I didn't know," Sami apologized and I waved him off with a smile.
"No worries."
"I can get you something, if ya like."
Looking over to Finn, I nodded. "A soda's fine. Thank you, Finn."
Smiling, I watched him walk back towards the bar before looking back at my friends around the table. "When did you and Balor get so chummy?" Sami asked with a smile.
"I don't know, we never actually had a conversation before tonight." I shrugged.
"Here ya go, lass." Finn smiled placing two cans of cold soda on the table; one for me and one for you.
"Thank you," I smiled over to him as he slid in next to me. "No beer for you?"
"Believe it or not, I don't drink either." He gave me a warm smile.
We all chatted for a bit about tonight's show and the plans for next weeks. I found myself smiling and having a good time, Finn every now and then brushing his fingers across the skin of my legs. My body shook every time he did that it got to the point of Becky asking me if I was cold.
"You have a jacket, why don't you wear it?" Sami asked with a laugh.
"Because her outfit looks too hot to be covered with a jacket," Sasha stated as she finished her third beer.
"Aye." Finn agreed looking me over while biting his bottom lip.
Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I looked away and decided to change the subject. "So Becky, how's the apartment hunting going?"
"Good. I actually found a place last week." She smiled.
"I'm pretty sure I'm the only one in our group who still lives in the hotel," I frowned.
"You don't have a place of yer own?" Finn asked.
Shaking my head, I finished off my soda. "Just haven't had the time to look for a place I guess."
"I told you Skylar, you can come live with me. I have the extra room," Sasha said.
I scrunched my face as Finn slid out of the booth, mumbling something about getting us another round of drinks. "No offense Sasha but I don't really want to live with you and your fiance. Who knows what I could walk into."
We all laughed but was interrupted by a cough. Looking towards it, I sighed when I looked into Kevin's eyes. "I figured you would text me when you got here." He was ignoring everyone else.
"Sorry, I must have forgot." I shrugged. "I'm sorry."
"No worries. What are you drinking?" He motioned towards my empty glass.
I opened my mouth to speak but closed it when Finn had returned with two full cups. Smiling a thanks to him, I motioned towards my glass. "Finn's already got it. Thanks anyway." I was trying my best to be nice to Kevin but with the stare he was giving Finn, I knew he was ignoring it.
"I didn't know you were coming, Balor." Kevin said with a hint of harshness in his voice.
"Aye, sorta last minute." Finn nodded.
Kevin turned his attention towards me. "Want to go somewhere quiet and talk?"
The tone in his voice had permanently glued me to my seat. My body stood rigid, not wanting to go anywhere with him. Finn must have noticed because he place his hand on my knee, suddenly melting my body from the grip. Giving it a squeeze, Finn looked over to Kevin.
"I think she's fine, Kev." Finn defended for me.
"Why don't you let her speak for herself." Kevin fought back.
"This isn't the place for this, Kevin." Sami spoke up.
"Did you forget our conversation we had last week?" Kevin said ignoring Sami. "Where you told me to go for Skylar because you thought she was a hot piece of ass and she'd be the perfect rebound from your wife."
Suddenly hearing those words leave Kevin's mouth, I pushed Finn's hand away. "You said that?"
"Skylar, he's lying." Finn said but I didn't believe him.
"Why are you talking to her all of a sudden? Weren't you the one going around telling people about how weird she was because she sat in the corner of catering every week, doodling in her notebook?" Kevin snorted a laugh.
Biting my lip at the tears that started to form, I shook my head. "Move." Was all I said.
"He's lying, I never said any of that," Finn's voice begged.
"I said move," I snapped.
Finn stared at me before a sigh left his sweet lips and slid out of the booth, letting me leave. Once I stood, I instinctively grabbed the jacket and looked at Sasha. "Can you give me a ride?"
"Yeah, let's go." She stood from the table and giving one last hurt look to Finn, I walked out the bar with Sasha, ignoring his calls from behind me.