Part 4 - Waiting for your call
Mark's POV
While Paul drove to the hotel, Mark's thoughts began to wander. He couldn't help but wonder if Bre had made it home safely or not. It was too soon to know for sure, but he could feel himself becoming smitten with her. He was extremely curious about her, especially since he knew that he was her favorite wrestler.
This fascinated him because young women who were into wrestling usually liked the pretty boys…not someone rough around the edges like him. He could tell she has a thing for him by the way she was rubbing her thighs together while he was talking to her. He was trying his best not to have dirty thoughts about his new possible friend.
Mark was deep in thought, and then he felt the car come to a stop. They had finally made it to their destination.
Paul looked over at Mark, who was staring out the window. He chuckled. "Well well well, I do believe that big bad Undertaker has a crush on someone." He teased.
Mark glared at him. "Shut it Moody." Calling Paul by his last name. "I'm just wondering if she made it home safely is all."
This was partially true.
"Yeah and you're also wondering if she has a thing for you because of her hoodie." Paul adds.
"So what if I am?" Mark responds.
"Oh nothing. I just find the whole situation….interesting. Let's go. I need to get to my interview and you need to rest. You blacked while driving, remember?"
His thoughts were so preoccupied with Bre that he completely forgot that he blacked out earlier.
"Totally forgot. I'll get a doc to check me out…at some point." Mark replied, but not really wanting to go.
"Hey, you're the one in charge of your health. I'm just here as a support system." Paul responded. He never pushed Mark because he knew he was stubborn as hell.
"And I appreciate you." Mark said with a reassuring smile.
Bre's POV
Bre had just gotten her car pulled into the drive way. She was trying to mentally prepare herself for her mother. Bre gave her mom a summary of what happened.
All she said was someone ran her off the road, leaving Taker and Paul's name out of it for the time being. Bre looked up and saw her mom storming towards her.
"Breanna Danielle Simmons!" What on earth?! "We just got this car paid off."
Bre took a deep breath and got out of the car. "It was an accident. I told you…a fatigued driver clipped me and I went towards the rail. Luckily I'm okay and the car isn't totaled." Bre explained.
Bre's mother ignored the details of what happened and proceeded to scold her. "You are so irresponsible. Breanna….we just got this car paid for. You were using your phone weren't you? If you would have had both hands on the wheel then this wouldn't have happened."
Bre looked at her mom in disbelief. "Mom, did you hear anything I just said?"
"Don't get smart with the person that puts a roof over your head." Her mom yelled back. "Who the hell is gonna pay for this Bre? You don't exactly have a job right now. If you'd give up that wrestling dream, you'd have money to afford things like this.
Ouch. Bre couldn't believe this low blow. She was starting to get upset.
"Well mom if you gave me a minute to explain, you'd know that the other driver is paying to have my car fixed." Bre said, throwing her hands up.
"So someone has to shed out money for your mistakes? Brilliant." Her mom crosses her arms and looks at the car in disgust. "Go to you room."
Bre was puzzled. "What?"
"You heard me. Go to your room! We'll discuss this again when you're father gets here."
At this point Bre is pissed. Her mom acted like she crashed the car on purpose. Bre threw the keys at her mom and went straight to her room. She heard her mom yelling something at her but she blocked out the noises and locked her door as soon as she got in the room.
Bre was so furious, but there wasn't anything she could do right now. She usually went to get fresh air at a time like this but she has just thrown her keys at her mom.
"Real smart Bre." She belittles herself. She decides to lay down and try to cool off. She pulls her hoodie over her head and out falls Mark's number.
Bre quickly grabs it. "That's right…I actually met him." Bre started smiling when she remembered she met the Undertaker and Paul Bearer today. She could still her mom's voice from downstairs but she tuned her out and grabbed her cell phone. She saved Mark's number as "Taker ️?¬タン and typed out a text message to him.
Hii Taker, I just got home and I was wondering when would be a good time to discuss the ticket for the "In Your House" PPV? Hope I'm not bothering you.
Bre :)
Bre almost instant got a reply.
Hey BG. Glad you got home safe. Actually now is perfect. Call me.
-Your Favorite ?
Bre was shocked at how fast he responded. She also felt herself get nervous after knowing that he wanted her to call him.
"Get it together, girl, You were just face to face with this man. Talking on the phone should be easy." She read the message again and giggled at him ending the message with "your favorite."
'He's so damn cocky but it's kinda sexy.' She thinks to herself. She takes a deep breath and presses the call button. He picked up on the third ring.
"I knew you couldn't stay away. I've been waiting for your call." He says in his Undertaker voice.
A chill ran down her spine.
