Devotion | By : SarAndAsh Category: WWF/WWE > Het - Male/Female Views: 2004 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Leyna’s Pov
It’s been a month since Nikki pulled her little stunt in that match and it had only really taken me two days to forgive her. I can never stay mad at her for long. So things are pretty much back to normal, I say pretty much because for whatever reason things seem to be somewhat awkward; mainly whenever my father and Nik were in the same room as me. They would both get quiet and I would have to hold together the conversations. Annoying? At times yes. Of course that’s not the only time things get awkward around here.
More and more I have been finding myself in situations where I am alone with Paul and I’m not going to lie; it is playing hell on my emotions. I’ve finally given in and admitted to myself that I like Paul. And I don’t mean that I like him like I like my stuffed animals that I have back home. Oh no, I like Paul like I like my ice cream. Ok, bad example, but I like him none the less. It’s not like I can do anything about this however for obvious reasons. For one, Nik would kill me and resurrect me only to never speak to me again. Then there is my dad. He would murder Paul, and then murder me just to resurrect me and do it all over.
So, here I am at yet another show trying to track down the stars that are next to go out. In this case I need to find my father, not hard at all; he’d be in his locker room. I made my way down to the room and like an idiot I didn’t knock. Why I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that he’s my father and I’m used to not knocking. I wish I had knocked, really I do. Apparently my father was running behind because I had walked in on him changing into his gear and got an eyeful. “Aw, for the love of...Daddy why can’t you be normal and get changed in a washroom?” I said, after I had whipped around so that I was facing the door and so that my father could finish getting dressed.
“Well damn Ley, you could have knocked! It ain’t my fault, jeez, thought I raised you better than that.” I rolled my eyes and tapped my foot. “Ok, it’s safe, I’m dressed.” I turned around, looked at my watch and sighed. “You are so running late! You never run late Dad, what the hell? You’re on in five...Move!” I said as I moved behind him to push him out the door. “Get going, kick ass, and don’t get hurt.” I watched him walk off, shaking his head and went back to my post; a monitor so that I knew when to get the next person.
I was half way back to where I needed to be when I heard the shrieking voice of that frog known as Maryese. “Oi, Nash. I want to talk to you!” I visibly cringed and plastered a fake smile on my face, God I hate that woman. “Yes Maryese, what can I do for you?” The blond sneered and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You need to get me my clothes, they are in wardrobe.” And goodbye to my smile. “And just where in my contract Maryese, does it say that I have to get you your clothes?” I asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Listen here you little gopher, you’re job is to serve us stars, that includes me. You do what I tell you.” Oh I do, do I? “Really Maryese? A gopher? Is that seriously all you could come up with? I am no one’s gopher.” I didn’t even get a chance to duck before her hand met my face with a crack. Oh she had nerve, I’ll give her that. My eyes narrowed and I walked right up to her so that we were nose to nose. “If you ever touch me again I will rip your no good head off so damn quick you won’t know what hit you. Now if you want your clothes, you know where they are, get off your ass and get ‘em yourself.”
Maryese huffed and stomped her way down the hallway before disappearing around the corner. I turned and was face to chest with Paul who had a grin on his face and when I backed up a little he began to clap. “Well done Ley, way to show her whose boss!” he said. I laughed and shook my head before rubbing my cheek where she hit me. Damn that had hurt. “Hey. You ok?” Wow he actually sounded concerned. “Yeah, I’m ok Paul; I’ve had worse trust me.” I smiled up at him and motioned for him to follow as I continued on to the monitor.
When we got to it my father was just getting to the ring for his match against Santino, it would be over quick. “Hey, who got the frog in a snit?” came Nik’s voice from behind. “Yeah that would be me. She wanted me to play gopher, slapped me too. Kick her ass for me tonight would you?” I said looking behind me and then back to the monitor. “Where were you earlier anyway? I was looking for you; well ok I was looking for you for Mike Mizian, lucky you!” I saw her cringe and tried not to laugh. “I was getting into fight mode and no worries; Maryese won’t know what hit her.”
Paul started laughing and we both looked up at him. “Oh she’ll know what hit her, just not until she’s in the hospital.” Nik and I both rolled our eyes and laughed a little. “Oh look, daddy won,” I said with a grin. Seconds later dad was walking through and I walked up to hug him. “Ew, you’re sweaty,” I said as I hugged him. “Oh shut up, you knew I would be.” I stuck my tongue out at him and turned to grab my clipboard to see who was up next. “Oh looky Nik, you and Maryese are next.” I saw her grin and couldn’t help but laugh. Nikki made her way out to the ring and was quickly followed by Maryese. Oh she was so getting her blond ass kicked.
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