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Charlotte Flair: Not Your Match

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An: Long time, no update hahaha.  I started school on Monday but I'm still going to try to update at least once a week. Just a piece of advice do not take Chem in college stick to Earth Science, Bio even but stay away from Chem.

Charlotte Flair was just as cocky as her father. She walked around backstage as if she was untouchable. She wore her last name like it was a shield of armor and it irritated you.

A lot of things about Charlotte irritated you; her attitude, her stupid perfect hair, her hot voice, her beautifully sculpted body. You couldn't stand the thought of being attracted to someone who was such an asshole.

There was an incident between the two of you that you simply could not look past. You had been booked in a match together where you were supposed to pick up the win. It seemed that Charlotte had other plans for the match and ended up pinning you for the victory. You couldn't do much about it on live tv but things got heated when you went backstage.

" That was supposed to be my win Flair, what the hell"

She rolled her eyes, " Then maybe you should've kicked out"

You got in her face," Well gee maybe I would've kicked out if you hadn't elbowed me in the back of the head during your stupid finisher"

Something flashed in the blonde woman's eyes for a second before she scoffed," You act like I did it on purpose. It was one match let it go"

She tried to push past you but you weren't having it," If you didn't do it on purpose at least apologize"

" Fine, I'm sorry you lost your fucking match. Happy now princess?"

Before your mind could comprehend what you were doing you had slapped Charlotte in the face.

She glared down at you and you returned her intense gaze. The two of you were inching closer and closer to each other but before the situation could escalate any further a bunch of people were pulling you away from each other.

Both of you were fighting against the superstars," Come on get off me let me show her how you're really supposed to slap someone"

" I think I'm good on that one Flair seeing as my handprint is on your face," that line riled Charlotte up even more.

You could see her losing her composure but then she stopped trying to escape the hold. There was a smirk plastered on her face," Well at least I won my match tonight. Another victory under my belt, another check in my pocket, and another title shot for me. Oh right you were supposed to win right, bummer."

With that she turned and started walking the other way. You didn't want her to have the last word so you tried to rebuttal.

" At least I won't be stuck in my daddy's shadow for the rest of my career"

Charlotte didn't miss a beat responding," You won't be... unless of course you start calling me daddy because you'll always be in my shadow princess"

You tried everything you could to chase after the woman and wipe that smirk off her face but it was no use. When she was out of sight everyone cautiously let you go. You stormed off in the opposite direction kicking a steel chair on your way down the corridor.

That was the day that you decided no matter how much you were physically attracted to Charlotte you would never do anything about it.

Months went by and none of the animosity between Charlotte and yourself dissipated. You did your best to avoid the woman but it seemed like she was always where you needed to be. She'd be there with that stupid smirk on her face constantly reminding you of what happened.