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• Disclaimer •

Ellie: Well, since Triple H isn't here yet to tell you, I guess that I will for another chapter, folks! Bamagalforever doesn't own the WWE or its wrestlers – past or present. Which includes Seth 😏 She simply just owns me... Yeah, not Lillie anymore.

Lillie: And why's that, my good old friend?

Ellie: [mumbling something]

Lillie: I'm sorry, hun, but I can't hear you!!!

Ellie: BECAUSE... amoresputa owns you, Lillie! 😑

Lillie (giggling): Good girl!

Triple H (bursts through the door like he's the Kool-Aid Man or something): I own the WWE, dammit!

*Ellie & Lillie are quiet*

Triple: Am I... Am I late, El?

Ellie (hits her face with her hand): Yes, sir, you are.

Lillie: Traffic troubles again?

Triple H (nodding): Yeah, again...

Bamagalforever: That's okay, Hunter! You can do it in the next chapter, okay? 😊

Triple H: You promise?

Bamagalforever (nodding): Of course! Now, you hungry? I'm paying!

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Fifteen minutes after RAW went off, I was getting ready to leave the arena to attend my apology dinner with Seth Rollins – when, all of the sudden, I heard someone calling my name from behind me.

I spun around and automatically recognized the ginger sprinting my way. "Hey, Scarlett," he greeted me with a warm smile. "Or should I say, Ellie?"

"Ellie is fine," I chuckled with a nod. Honestly, I couldn't believe he called me Scarlett because most of everyone I knew just called me Ellie outside of the ring.

"Oh, well, Ellie," he awkwardly coughed out, "I just wanted to properly introduce myself to you, that's all."

Ah, how cute! "Well, I do know who you are," I stated with an equally beautiful smile. "You're Sami Zayn. You were the fifth ever NXT Champion. You said that if you didn't win the title against Neville, you were going to retire."

He laughed at what I had just said and nodded, seemingly agreeing. "Yeah, that much is true," he dryly chuckled. "So, Ellie, you have anything planned tonight now that RAW is over?"

I went to shake my head, but then I nearly forgot about Seth. How I promised him that I would have burgers with him or whatever in a little while. "Um, I know this going to sound odd, but can I ask why you would like to know?"

That's when he looked to be in bad shape. He looked confused, but he answered, anyway: "Uh, honestly... I wanted to ask you out for dinner tonight," he awkwardly coughed out, shrugging. "Are you up for it?"

Fuck... What the hell do I do now?

Go with him. You hate Seth, my inside voices said in my head. However, my heart said something a little bit more different: You can't cancel your plans with Seth. You promised!

"Uh, Ellie?" Sami's voice echoed through my thoughts. "If you can't, then just let me know. It's okay."

Sami's nice, El! C'mon, my mind taunted, which was a bit threatening to say the least.

I'm conclusion, I think I'll settle with someone I actually knew. "I'm sorry, Sami. I would any other day than tonight, but I promised a friend of mine that I would do something with them tonight. I'm sorry. Maybe tomorrow night or something?"

Sami grew quiet as his head hung low in rejection. Nevertheless, he ended up nodded and saying, "Yeah, maybe tomorrow night or whenever else you're free. I just wanted to get to know you, that's all, y'know?"

"Yeah," I smiled with a slight nod. But, then, something dawned on me. "Here, let me give you my number to have." He handed over his phone and I typed in my name and number for him to have. "Text me, so I'll know it's you."

"Okay," he chuckled and typed away on his phone.

My own phone vibrated in my pocket and I scooped it out, seeing his text. It's Sami 😊

I began to slowly back away, waving. "Awesome! Well, bye, Sami. Have a good night!"

He waved and that's the last I seen of him before I left the arena, heading directly to the local Burger King, where Seth wanted me to meet him at. How classy.

However, I made his mean-ass a promise and I attend on keeping it. So, I showed up there only about ten minutes after I left the arena and found him in the back booth alone.

His face seemed to had brightened up when he noticed that I had sat down across from him. "Ellie," he breathed out, in a state of surprise. "You made it. I'm glad."

"Oh, really? Thanks," I murmured out, sort of in an awkward position at the moment. "So, I'm here. What do we do now?"

"I already ordered our food," he announced, shocking me. "Is a Whopper okay?"

"Sure," I shrugged, not even half caring. "Thanks."

"No problem," he sighed, seemingly holding back.

"Are you okay? You seem a little off right now," I questioned, hitching up an eyebrow for effect.

He hunched forward and said, "It's nothing. Just that it kind of seems like this is a poor excuse for a first date for us."

That had made me chuckle into a fit. He wasn't wrong, yet he wasn't right, either. "Yeah, something like that."

"It's sad, though," he grunted and leaned back in his booth. "I don't date."

"You just fuck a lot of people, that's all?" I heaved, by holding back.

At that, our food was being personally delivered to us and we accepted happily. He didn't actually answer my question, due to the food getting to us first. Yet, curiosity had taken over and demanded to know. Yeah, but I didn't want to know at all, too.

"So," he smacked out the word, chewing on his Whopper burger, "where's your parents? You don't ever talk about having family."

I tensed up, but tried to remain steady. "Yeah, neither do you, but I don't question you about yours," I snapped with a shrug.

He put his hands halfway up in the air in surrender. "Sorry," he coughed out. "Didn't mean to hit a nerve there."

"It's not that," I sighed, feeling guilty for some reason. "It's just that... I don't know. It's complicated. I'm the only child, yet I was never spoiled like my friends were. I was raised by a single mother that worked her ass off to provide for us. My mom wasn't exactly happy about my dream of becoming a professional wrestler."

"Oh, yeah?" He peeked up, most likely knowing the same feeling. "Same here, but why was your mom upset for?"

"Because, she wanted me to actually do something with my life, instead of wrestling," I explained, going into deep detail now. "Anyways, my mother died about a year and a half ago. She had breast cancer. And my dad..." I paused and Seth must have seen how my attitude suddenly changed. "I've never met my real father. He could be dead for all I know."

He took my sudden information in and we both couldn't believe my sudden confession. The only other person that knows this about me is Lillie and that's it.

He questioned, "Well, do you even know his first or last name? Is it Knight?"

I shook my head and claimed, "I don't, honestly, and my mom never wanted to tell me about him whatsoever." Then, I remembered what my mom used to say when I was young. I chuckled, "She used to joke around and say that Sting, the singer, was my dad."

"That is kind of funny," Seth lingered out.

"I always found that to be funny because the only thing that my dad left me with when I was a baby was an handwritten letter from him that I found in my baby book that said, 'She's got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories, where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.' You'll go on without me as I am deeply sorry for leaving you. You will find way, little one. Daddy truly and utterly loves you, baby girl."

"Wow, you know the letter by heart?" He seemed taken back by this, which Lillie did, too, when I told her his years ago.

"Yeah," I smiled, confidently. I picked up my necklace, that was hiding behind my t-shirt, and shined it. "Along with this guitar pick from an actual Guns 'n Roses concert my dad went to and I've always worn it as a necklace."

"Wow, that's pretty cool, Ellie," he nodded, but seemed to be a bit off. "Though, would you like to find out who he really is?"

"Maybe," I shrugged with a small grin. "But, yeah, it would definitely be nice, to be honest."

"Seth?"

He and I both jumped out of an unexpected voice coming up, which was an familiar face around WWE. It was Sasha Banks, who seemed displeased all the sudden.

"Sasha," Seth breathed out her name, clearly as unexpected as I was. "What's going on?"

"Nothing much," she shrugged, smiling directly at me. But, then, she saw me sitting there and her lips turned into a frown. "Oh, well, am I interrupting something here?"

"No," I giggled, trying to stay on her good side. "A matter of fact, would you like to join us, by any chance?"

"No way," she blurted out and continued to shake her head. "I just came to talk to Seth."

"Oh," I coughed out and sat back in the booth. I watched as Sasha giggled and talked to Seth – and only him. I ate my food while they talked. She was acting so rude towards me, but all cheerful to him. How shady of her.

Then, she left without even saying goodbye to me and only Seth. You could definitely see her colorful hair a mile away. I didn't want to question it, but I had to, at the same time.

"So," I lingered out, feeling a bit awkward now. I twirled my thumbs together. "You obviously have a big fan in her."

"Yeah," he shrugged and didn't say anything else to add on to that. He seemed to be holding back again, but I wasn't about to question it anymore.