~𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖~

ghosted

After the kiss we experience a few days ago demi started acting...off. I wasn't sure if it was nerves, embarrassment or something else but whatever it was, it made it really difficult to communicate with me. But me specifically, she was fine with everyone else, but for some reason, she wouldn't talk to me. On other news I had a championship match against baszler and her horsewomen, jessamyn Duke and marina shafir had declined my offer of a handicap match.

I couldn't focus on demi and think about my match, I had to choose to either patch things up with demi and figure out what was wrong with her, or I had to focus on getting that title. I was torn, she wouldn't give me the chance to talk to her. Even when we were in the same room as each other. There was something wrong.

It had me thinking that maybe, maybe she didn't feel the same as I felt for her. But to be honest it was really starting to piss me off. I wouldn't mind if she didn't feel the same I just wish she'd talk to me about it instead of ignoring me. I knew she wouldn't talk to me about it so i did something she wouldn't be able to refuse. I quickly wrote up a tweet and without thinking twice about it, I clicked send.

"@Rhearipley_wwe won't talk to me. So. If she won't talk I will. Me, you match, tonight. Don't hold back."

The tweet blew up with a matter of minutes and she retweeted it with 2 words. "Game on" Due to an injury Shayna couldn't compete for another week so I could do this match tonight.

I scouted out an outfit suitable to be thrown around in, considering I didn't have any more gear. After routing through my closet and maybe izzys closet, I found an outfit that was true to my style but also suitable for fighting in.

There was no turning back now. The officials had certified that the match was on. At this moment in time, I didn't care. She had caused me so much frustration and she was going to be the one I'd take it out on.

I sat in my room all day, away from her, until I looked out of my window and found her driving in her gear, she was going to the arena. I took a deep breath and followed behind her, I had already done my makeup and I couldn't be bothered to sit in hair and makeup today.

No matter how much I liked demi, I hated being ignored, especially if they know I like them. I didn't want her to hate me, but this wouldn't have happened if she just spoke to me.

I arrived at the arena and demi was no where to be found. She made it clear that she didn't want to be seen and that was okay, because it was fuelling me with more anger by the minute. After half an hour of waiting she finally showed herself. I mean She had to now, after all, she was going out before me. I waited in the wings for her intro to finish and didn't give a second thought before making the crew start my intro song. I walked quickly into the ring climbing through the middle rope and standing across from her. She was avoiding eye contact with me. I shook my head at her and she could see me, I had a few words I wanted to see to her so I motioned for a Mic.

I couldn't lie, I was emotional. I pointed at her laughing a little to hold back the tears that stung my eyes. Before pulling the Mic to my mouth I watched her plead, being unheard by the audience. She grabbed a Mic from ringside and began to talk. "Syd we don't have to do this-" I saw the look of desperation in my eyes and it killed me to speak to her the way I was going to. "No rhea we do. Ask anyone who knows me they'll all tell you the same thing. Never ghost me." I stared at her as she struggled to for my words "Syd. I'm sorry okay. I just needed some time to figure things out"

My reaction of looking away from her, was enough for her to realise that I didn't want to talk. I passed my microphone to the ringside crew and she did the same. The referee motioned for the bell to ring, it was on. I shook my body down before running at her. She didn't fight back, she just let me rip into her. She believed that she deserved the beating that she was receiving. I knocked her onto her back and held her down at her waist. "Take the win rhea. But we talk after this. Got it" I said looking at her. She subtly nodded at me and I stood up allowing her to recover and take the win. I stood and left the ring avoiding eye contact with everyone and ignoring the commentators remarks about me being a coward.

I sat in the locker room and waited for demi to return. When she did she immediately started to apologise to me, only stopping when I placed my hands on her arms. "If you say sorry one more time imma slap you" I laughed, earning a smile from her. I sat her down and gave her the chance to speak, except she didn't. "So you gonna talk or am I gonna have to drag you back into that ring." I asked, she looked up to me and sighed deeply.

"I- I didn't know how to tell you. That's why I avoided talking to you. I knew I could avoid you at home but, not in the ring. That's why I broke in front of you. I'm sorry. I really am. I couldn't face you and I know it was a cowardly move. Truth is syd, I'm scared..." I looked at her, shocked by what she was saying. Scared? Why? "I-I'm so confused. You're scared" I said to her, holding her face. "I've never been in a relationship with-" she struggled to phrase what she wanted to say but I knew what she meant, i nodded and wiped the tear that rolled down her cheek. "I know it's hard. But if you truly feel for me then I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for you but only if this is genuine" I said, she nodded desperately trying to spread that what she was experiencing was true, was genuine. She couldn't talk, and she didn't need to. We drove home in our own cars and I gave her space. But judging by her sneaking in to my bed in the middle of the night proved that she was comfortable with me.