Chapter Three

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Slamming my car door shut, I slid my sunglasses over my eyes and started wheeling my suitcase into Full Sail. It had been a whole week since I last spoke to Kevin and Finn. I didn't have Finn's number which made it easier to ignore him but Kevin, however, would not stop blowing up my phone. 

Sasha told me on the drive back to my hotel that night that I shouldn't be so quick to believe Kevin. She said I should hear Finn out but I shot that idea down as soon as she brought that idea up. It didn't matter if Finn was telling the truth or not, I let myself trust him and let him get in my life,I knew it was a bad idea. He was too good for me, anyone would be lucky to have him. Me, on the other hand, I was a nobody who would rather sit in her hotel room, doodling, than going out and getting drunk after every show. 

"Skylar!" 

Turning around, my eyes glanced at Sami but shook my head, continued walking to the locker room. "Let me guess, Finn sent you."

"He need's a chance to explain himself," Sami said once he caught up to me, walking in stride with me. 

"What's there to explain Sami? He doesn't think of me the way I think of him." I said those words before I knew the left my mouth. 

Sami shook his head, "Oh I knew you liked Finn for awhile now."

"Is it that obvious?" I asked as I came to a stop in front of the womens locker room. 

"Yeah, to everyone but him." Sami said with a tired look on his face. Almost as if he's had this conversation with Finn before. 

"Well that's his own fault, not mine. Tell him if he wants to apologize, he's going to have to do better than sending you. No offense," I lightly patted his cheek before slipping inside the locker room. 

Thankfully it was empty allowing me to swiftly change into my ring gear for tonight. 

I slid a black beanie over my head as I tossed my phone in my bag swapping it with my notebook and pencil before leaving the room

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I slid a black beanie over my head as I tossed my phone in my bag swapping it with my notebook and pencil before leaving the room. My match was second on the card so I still had a little while before going out there. Turning the corner, I knew exactly where I was going and soon came to the end of a long hallway were the stage hands would set up the equipment boxes. 

Jumping up on one, I opened my notebook and continued working on a drawing that I had started a few days ago. Even though I was upset with Finn, I found myself sketching new designs for his demon body paint. 

Not sure how much time had passed, I had become completely oblivious to the person who walked over to me, watching me over my shoulder. Feeling their hot breath on my back, I jumped off the box and came face to face with Kevin, who had the NXT Title thrown over his shoulder. 

"What do you want, Kevin?" I asked, annoyed. I quickly shut my notebook and hugged it to my chest. 

"You can ignore my texts but you can't ignore me in person. Lets go somewhere and talk, where's there's less people." He grabbed my elbow but I immediately pulled away. 

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