The Valet \\ Chad Gable X O\C

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

ADRIANNA'S POV: 

"Adri, hurry the fuck up!" Jason yelled to me, making me sigh and peek out of my hotel room into the hallway at them. "Yeah, you. We have places to be."

"I'm brushing my teeth," I answered and continued. He barged into the bathroom, interrupting my alone time. He grabbed me by the hair of the head and forced my head in the sink, making me spit out my toothpaste. I elbowed him in the gut, making him let go and hold it while I stood up straight. "Get out, asshole. I'll be out in a minute. I have to get dressed and I'd rather not have you watching my every move."

"Dumb bitch," Jason mumbled, making me growl. I shoved him away and out the door. "Don't push me!"

"Then stay out and I won't have to," I responded, slamming the door in his face.

I shook my head and went to my bag, sitting on the bed as I searched through it. It was chilly outside today compared to yesterday and the majority of what I have is shorts and t-shirts. I should have told them to give me more time to pack.

After searching for a couple of minutes, I finally found my pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. I slipped them on, along with my shoes. I zipped up my bag and stood up, slinging it over my shoulder. Hopefully those two won't be bitching and moaning about how late I am.

I stepped out of the room and was met with glares and crossed arms. I sighed and looked down, ready to be slapped.

"What took you so long?" Chad questioned, looking down at his wrist watch. "You were supposed to be ready 10 minutes ago. You are going to make us late for our interview and if you do, you're going to pay to have it rescheduled. WWE will only pay for it once."

"Yeah, and we shouldn't have to pay if it's not our fault," Jason added, trying to seem as tough as Chad when he was actually the complete opposite.

No one knows why Jason is even a part of American Alpha when their catchphrase is 'Ready, Willing, and Gable!'. That has nothing to with Jason; it's about Chad.

I think that may be the reason why Jason is so rude compared to Chad. He's jealous that Chad gets all of the spotlight, so he takes it out on me. I have no idea what I did to deserve that, but I must have done something. Whatever it is, I'll never know.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" I mumbled, feeling bad enough already. They didn't need to keep rubbing it in that I'm making them late. And they know I don't have the money to pay for them reschedule the interview. "I'll try harder next time. For now, let's sign out and get you two to your interview. I don't want you being too late."

"Too late?" Jason raised a brow. "We're already late enough. Hurry the fuck up."

"With my driving, you'll be there in no time," I told him, walking downstairs before them. I signed all three of us and rushed out to the car, unlocking it and shoving all of their things into the back while they got in. I shut the trunk and got in the driver's side, buckling up before starting the car. "You two buckled?"

"Yes, now shut up and drive," Jason demanded while Chad played on his phone, probably looking through Twitter. I didn't see why, though; he just ignores all of the fans who try to tweet him.

I did as I was told and started to drive, speeding down the highway in hopes of getting them there on time. I didn't need to get in trouble with WWE for not doing my job correctly and I couldn't afford to be fired.

~ ~

A little while later, we made it to the place the men sitting in the backseat were supposed to be getting interviewed at. We had about 3 minutes to spare, all due to my reckless driving to get them here. I was kind of speeding on the highway, but then again, doesn't everyone do that?

"Thanks," Chad said, getting out and rushing inside. Jason stayed behind, scowling and shaking his head at me with disappointment.

"Almost making us late. How dare you," Jason mumbled, getting out. "Be sure to be here on time. And get us the coffee we asked for."

"Will do," I replied, putting on a smile. He gave a smirk and a nod, following after Chad.

I took a deep breath, leaning back in my seat. What did I do to deserve this? Why are they so mean to me? If I could, I'd quit this job, but I can't. I need it in order to keep going. I'm hoping to start my own wrestling career eventually, so I'm saving up the money. I also need the money for food and clothing. Surprisingly enough, American Alpha pay for my hotel rooms.

I wished I could be valet for someone else, but I can't be. Everyone else either has a valet or, people like Dean Ambrose, don't want a valet because they like having privacy.

Starting the car back up, I put it in reverse and pulled out of the little driveway, driving down the road to the nearest coffee shop. I had to sit and wait for traffic to slow down before I could pull into the parking lot of the place, becoming irritated and honking my horn loudly, which made people stop. I gave a friendly wave and smile while turning into the parking lot.

Once parked, I rushed inside and ordered their drinks, along with one for me. Coffee with 2 scoops of sugar and milk; my favorite!

I waited for the lady to make the coffees, checking my wrist watch impatiently. I didn't have long until their interview was finished and I didn't want to be late to picking them up.

"Here are your coffees," the lady said with a smile, giving me the tray with the coffees.

"Oh, thank you so much," I replied, grabbing them and hurrying outside. I set them in the car, buckling up before driving off, hoping to make it before they got out of the interview.

~ ~

I successfully made it there with no issues. I sat in the car on my phone, scrolling through Twitter to find people trying to get my attention. I couldn't help but smile; I was proud to have people actually want to be my fans. They treated me with such kindness and respect; I absolutely adored it. I love these people so much and if I could meet all of them, I would.

They came strolling out a few minutes later, laughing and joking with one another. Chad looked extremely adorable, just like he always did. I wished he would notice me as the person I am and not just as a valet.

The two men got into the backseat of the car and I gave them their drinks, actually earning a thank you from the both of them.

With that, we headed off to the next arena they were performing at, cruising down the highway with the music blaring.

And the entire time, I was secretly hoping for Chad to speak to me and tell me he cared.   

Written by Taryn.