The Heart Wants What it Wants

2 - Attendance & Abuse

[Trigger Warning: Mentions of SA]

Sasha's P.O.V.

I get to the arena and decide to walk around a little to kill some time before going to talk to Florian. I see the girl I've had a crush on for a few months, Tatum Paxley. She was sitting awfully close to Lyra Valkyria. 'It's probably nothing. Just go talk to her. Don't listen to that asshole. Just go talk to her.' But yet, I couldn't bring myself to. I'm not good enough for her. Then I see Tatum lean in and before I could see what was happening I run. I don't want to know what's going on. I don't need to think about that right now. 'Why am I such a loser?' I ask myself, trying to hold tears back. "Why would she notice me? I'm just a low life ring announcer?" I ask to myself.

Nova's P.O.V.

I see Sasha run from where she was. As I try to catch up with her I see Tatum talking to Lyra. 'Maybe she just needs a pep talk before talking to her.' I walk over and look at Sasha. "You've got this. Be confident unless...you want me to speak for you?" I ask, hoping that isn't the case. She's such a great woman, she shouldn't want/need me to do this for her. I just want to help her see how amazing we think she is. "Holy Shit! Nova, you scared me. I can't go talk to her right now. I need to go and find Florian or he'll puni- be disappointed with me," She says. 'Was she about to say punish? I never trusted that prick.' "What were you about to say?" I ask, hoping that maybe she will just tell me the truth.

Sasha looks everywhere, like a scared caged animal trying to find a way to protect herself. "Look! There's Lyra!" She says, pointing behind me and shoving me before running to, I'm guessing, wherever Florian was. She got hired as a ring announcer cause she is good and Sam had to go on maternity leave. 'Fuck it, I'm following her. Something doesn't feel right.' "Have Fun Nov!" Chelsea yells finding her station and figuring out how she wants to set up. I walk over to Chels and she is just sitting for a minute. I'm sure she got dizzy again. I'm about to ask for a wheelchair for her. Sometimes it's easier than her grammy's cane. "Sasha isn't acting like herself and i'm going to find out just what the fuck is going on," I say. "Ok, come tell me if you find anything out. I worry about her. She's been through enough," Chelsea says.

"I might come back with bloody hands if Florian is doing something to her," I say. I run to the room Sasha went into, she was in an announcer room for the announcers to practice.

Sasha's P.O.V.

I finish up in the announcer training room and start walking to go talk to Florian. I check the time on my phone. Fuck! I'm late. He hates tardiness. I walk in, "Sorry I'm late sir." "Sasha, Sasha, Sasha. You know that I don't like tardiness, and what do you constantly do? Run late, stare off, and make simple mistakes. You are an embarrassment, you are worthless! Samantha was better than you, in every way. Not even Tatum would want you," Florian spat out. 'How did he know?' "You think it's a secret?! Don't make me laugh! That's the whole reason why she avoids you.! She doesn't want to be seen with you. She's embarrassed, and frankly, so am I. Get out!" He adds before I can say anything else. "But sir," I attempt to say. "I SAID GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROOM!" He says, before I can stop him he punches me in the ribs.

Nova's P.O.V.

I hear Florian's voice, correction, Florian's yelling and kick the door open. Sasha looks terrified and traumatized and Florian doesn't seem to give a fuck. I've heard he's a dick to everyone and I've never liked the vibe I got from him. "You messed with the wrong friend." He better fucking dissappear before I beat his ass. Sasha looks at me, pleading with her eyes, like she knows what i'm thinking. If she knew what I was thinking why doesn't she see me how I see her? Florian is looking over her like a predator, all the meanings to the name. "Novi, drop it. Ju- just go away. It's nothing new. I was late after all, I need the punishment," She says, closing her eyes as if to brace herself for impact.