Can't Forget You

|Bad News|

|Leighla|

"Who the fuck does he think he is? You know. Writing me a letter and being all fucking sweet. Guess what? He even mentioned how we met. HOW WE MET, as if I don't remember him stalking me in the restaurant and harassing me with silly questions as a lame attempt to flirt with me. I'll tell you one damn thing, I'm not replying to that garbage," I rambled endlessly to the bartender. I tipped him an extra twenty before I got drunk just so she can specifically listen to me ramble because I knew after a few shots of tequila, I'd be singing like a canary.

"Here," I added taking the credit card out of my back pocket and handed it to her. "It's on Seth Rollins. He'll be responsible for this evenings bad choices thank you. Not me."

"Ew. You're Leighla Schultz? As in Colby's ex fiancé?"

I turned around to face the sound of two of the most annoying voices I'd ever heard. I'd heard these two numerous times on both Raw and Smackdown which is a big part of why I didn't watch the full show. The divas division was annoying enough so when you add twins in the mix, it's bound for a disaster. It's not that I had a problem with these two personally but after the comment they'd just made, it looks like there's about to be.

"May I help you ladies?" I fake smiled at them both even though it was Nikki in particularly that I didn't like.

"This," Nikki pointed around her then continued, "Is a bar where all superstars hang out after the show. Unless you're looking for another guy you can use, I suggest you leave."

"I'm amazed all that silicon hasn't went straight to your brain. That was a complete sentence, Nicole. Good job," My words slurred a little but I think my point was made because Nikki's face scrunched up in that lets you know a  bitch is angry as fuck.

"Look at you. You're a drunk mess. You can't even get your insult across without sounding stupid. No wonder Colby dumped you," Nikki folded her arms.

"Look at you. You're so annoying that I feel sorry for you. No wonder John won't marry you."

"You little-" Nikki balled her fist up ready to swing at me and I blinked ready for it. I wasn't slightly scared. I'm drunk, I wouldn't be able to feel it. I'd been waiting for something to hurt worse than finding out my fiancé cheated on me. Maybe Nikki's punch could do it. Maybe not. It was worth a shot.

If I'm lucky, she'll perform the rack attack on me.

I wasn't so lucky because as soon as she made up her mind to swing, Brie pulled her arm back and said, "She's not worth losing your job over. Let's go. It wouldn't be fair considering she's wasted."

"Yeah Nikki. Wouldn't want those edges snatched again," I grinned.

Nikki started to step closer but was interrupted by a very raspy, deep British accent. "Okay, okay that's enough. I'm afraid we're done here. Brie, Nikki, let's not start anything we can't finish. Thank you ladies."

"But she just-"

He raised his voice louder, "Thank you."

I watched them work their twin magic by disappearing from my sight then turned around in the stool I was sitting on and looked up at the taller man, "I didn't need your help."

"You were going to let her punch you," He replied.

"So?"

"So, even though I use to be a bare knuckle brawler back in the day, I wasn't about to let that happen."

"You don't even know me dude," I said and took the shot that'd been sitting there for god knows how long while I was talking to the Barbie dolls.

"Of course I do. I work with your fiancé. I've seen you backstage arm in arm with the WWE World Heavyweight  Champion."

"Ex fiancé," I corrected.

"Ah yes. How can I forget? Here I am scrolling through Instagram backstage when all of a sudden, I see this tiny tic tac but as I look closer, it's Rollins dick. Then I keep scrolling and it's that NXT broad with her tits out and a smile. I don't appreciate nudity on my Instagram now young lady."

"YOUNG LADY oh please. I'm 27 thank you."

"I'm 34. My argument still stands. You're Leighla, correct?"

I nodded then bowed, "At your service, King Barrett."

He smirked, "King Bad News of Barrett. But you can just call me Wade."

"Wade? You mean to tell me that's not just a stage name?"

"It is but I'm not comfortable enough sharing my real name with you quite yet."

"Oh well fuck you too, man."  

"God. You're so fucking wasted. Come on. I'm taking you home," He grabbed my wrist gently but I pulled away.

"Easy there, Bad news. I am not that type of girl. Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean I'm going to sleep with you."

"One, I have a girlfriend. Two, I'm not even that type of guy. I'm a king."

"Colby had a girlfriend," I replied.

"I'm not Colby."

"You're right...you have pretty eyes. Colby doesn't. You have a British accent. Colby doesn't...you're cool. Take me home then. I'm drunk as hell man," I smashed the keys in his hand then hopped up off the stool kind of wobbly.

He immediately grabbed my arm to help steady me and I smiled, "Such the gentleman, Wade."

Wade smirked, "I do what I can."
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Okay so. This chapter may or may not suck.

I just wanted to write in her point of view.

I have written and rewritten this chapter so many times.

And it's still short.

But I needed to update something so.

Here it is. I'm sorry this sucks but the next chapter will be better. I promise.

They're cute. I ship them.

I used Wade Barrett because honestly? There's not enough fanfictions about him.

I mean who doesn't love the King of Bad News? I know I do.

Anyways, please comment and vote and do whatever you guys do! (:

Thanks guys ❤️