A few days later and Thursday rolls around. Max's offer swims around in Sam's head. And so does Guevara's warning to her.
Sam's known Sammy for a few years now, having met him one of the times that she went to a Dynamite show to support Chris. The pair became instant friends. Sam knows she can always trust Guevara to be straight with her.
Ironically, Sam first met Max the same night. He thought she was just a particularly good-looking fan that scored a backstage pass to the show. Max of course instantly started hitting on her, until Chris came by and let Freidman know just who he was talking to.
Sam contemplates whether or not she should keep trusting Max to train her or heed both Guevara's and her father's advice to stay away from him. All the while she packs her gym bag for a trip down to the training center.
To her surprise, Sam gets a phone call that pretty much ends up making her decision for her. She just finishes up getting her bag altogether when Max calls her out of the blue.
"Well well, I never thought I'd ever have the privilege of the Maxwell Jacob Freidman calling me." Sam teases when she answers the phone.
"Hilarious." She can hear Max's eyes roll through the phone. "I thought I'd be nice and invite you to a training session at the center. But since you're being mean."
"Wait! Sorry!" Sam cuts in quickly. "I'll be nice, I promise." She insists.
"Atta girl." Max chuckles. "Be here within the hour princess. I don't like to wait." He informs her.
Sam has to resist the urge to call Max an asshole and goes for a simple, "Yeah, okay." Instead then hangs up.
"Asshat," Sam mumbles to herself once the call ends.
With her bag all ready to go Sam zips it up and heads out. On her way to the front door, she passes by her cat Bisky and leans down to pat the black feline gently on the head.
"I'll be back later, Bisk. Behave." She warns the cat who gives her a gentle "meow" in response.
The cat follows Sam's heel up to the front door before she scampers off to another part of the house. Sam locks the front door behind her and makes her way over to her car.
The trip down to the center where most of AEW's talents train isn't long, about fifteen minutes is all. Sam parks and immediately heads inside to the front desk and checks in.
"Sam?" She barely gets to the desk when she runs into Guevara again.
"Guevara? Hey!" Sam greets him with a friendly smile.
"What brings you down here?" Sammy leans against the counter casually.
"Just came down to get some training in with some new friends." Sam shrugs.
"Right, well good luck. I'm sure that you'll do great." Sammy nods to her.
"Thanks." Sam mimics his nod.
Sammy gives Sam one last smile before he walks off and Sam heads down to the woman's locker rooms. She changes quickly and locks her bag up in one of the various lockers before she heads back out to the main facility.
Out on the main floor, Sam scans the area for Max or any of his buddies. She's busy looking around for her shady new companions when a hand clasps down on her shoulder.
"Sam, nice seeing you again," Wardlow reveals himself to Sam when she turns.
"Wardlow, hey." Sam relaxes a bit now that she's no longer meandering around the center alone.
"Right this way shorty, Max and the boys are waiting for us." Wardlow promptly steps in front of Sam to lead the way.
"Okay, thanks again for letting me train with you guys." Sam nods and follows behind him.
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Bloodlines//MJF
Fanfiction"You know I'm just using you to get in your dad's head right?" Sam's arms wrap around the back of Max's neck. "That's fine. Because truthfully? I'm just using you to royally piss him off." Max flexes his shoulders against her delicate touch. His ha...
