The Valet \\ Chad Gable X O\C

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

ADRIANNA'S POV:

I woke up the next morning to find the room empty. Sitting up quickly, I frowned as I peeked around, hoping they didn't forget me here. We only had one vehicle and without it, I had no way to get to the next arena in time. I couldn't get fired; I needed the money this job provided me with.

"Hello?" I called out, hoping someone would hear. I received no answer in return. "Someone here?"

Silence filled the room. All I heard were the people in the room next door, moaning and screaming out loudly. I covered my ears, wondering why they were having sex this early in the morning.

Getting out of bed, I went over to the bathroom, seeing the light on. Maybe one of them left it on by accident; I know Chad has a habit of it since he hates the dark. He clings to Jason whenever they go somewhere that has no lights due to fear.

Opening the bathroom door, I walked in, seeing the doors to the shower all steamed up, the water clearly running. It was hot in there, making me strip myself of my nightgown, leaving me in my bra and panties.

Slowly tip-toeing over to the shower, I opened it, gasping when I saw the one man who seems to hate me: Jason Jordan.

He peeked over and screamed when he saw me standing there, covering his genitals up with his soapy hands immediately. A light blush washed over his cheeks and he bit his lip nervously.

"O-Oh," I stammered my heart racing. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here. I'll go now."

"Yeah, I think that'd be best," Jason replied, obviously embarrassed by my intrusion. "I'll, uh, be out in a few minutes if you need to take a shower."

His eyes widened slightly when he noticed me wearing nothing but my undergarments. His eyes traveled from my breasts down to my private area, hooking his lip between his two front teeth as he squirmed slightly. I realized what was happening and blushed myself, stepping back.

"Okay," I responded, finding myself staring down at his area, a little curious as to how well-to-do he really was until I snapped myself out of those dirty thoughts. It's wrong of me to think that way, especially since Jason hates me. He's pissed off at something I apparently did, but never told me what it was. It's infuriating that he won't tell me. "Before I go, do you know where Chad is?"

"He went out to get us some breakfast," Jason said, just as Chad opened the door to the hotel room. I heard it shut loudly. "I think he's back."

"Honey, I'm home!" Chad called out jokingly, proving our thoughts. He laughed at himself, setting the bag on one of the beds. "Where are you guys?"

Jason and I exchanged a look of confusion, unsure of what to say. I should shove him out the door to let him deal with his best friend, but being the douchebag he is, he'll probably make me do it. It's surprising we've even been talking for so long, considering he's always mean to me.

"Go say something," Jason whispered, just as I suspected. "I'm naked – it'd be weird for me to go out there."

"I'm in my bra and panties!" I replied, trying to talk softly so Chad wouldn't hear me. "I can't go out there and explain to him why I stripped out of my nightgown! I'm sure you two have seen each other naked anyway!"

"We have not! Chad's too sensitive and insecure about it," Jason rolled his eyes, acting like a teenage girl. "He's probably jealous of how big mine is compared to his or something."

I couldn't help but stifle a chuckle. Chad may be insecure, but it's not because Jason is bigger below the belt. Chad's always been insecure about his body, ever since we were kids. He feels like he's either too skinny or too fat – almost like a teenager. Jason simply likes to compliment himself.

"Yeah, sure," I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck out of nerves. I couldn't let the guy I'm beginning to have feelings towards see me like this already. Wasn't that third base? Or was that the home-run? I really need to learn my bases. "I'm a woman, you're a guy and so is he. It's not as weird for you two."

"Just fucking do it," Jason growled, scrunching his nose with disgust as he stared at me. "You're bony little ass should have nothing to hide anyway. You've probably fucked every guy on the roster already, so what's the harm?"

"Are you calling me a whore?" I questioned, feeling both angered and sad by this. "Who the fuck do you think you are? You've had too many girlfriends to count, yet you think you have the right to call me names?"

I was genuinely hurt by him. I understand that he doesn't like me because of something he won't tell me, but that doesn't give him the right to put me down like that. He doesn't know me personally. What he knows of me is what other people have told him. No one but maybe Chad know the real me. We've known each other from when we were younger, but then we fell apart. I really wish we hadn't since we had such an amazing friendship before. I miss us being close, especially now that I like him...as in a crush.

"I think I'm the boss of your puny little ass. Now get your scrawny self out of here and go talk to him so I can finish my shower. I'm going to get in trouble soon for running the hot water for too long," Jason mumbled, pushing me forward and making me fall on my face outside of the bathroom. He closed the door to the shower and continued, thinking nothing of his actions.

"Adrianna?" Chad inquired, staring at me with pure confusion. My face turned a deep red, burying my face into the carpeted floor. At the moment, I wish I was a ghost. "Are you alright?"

I felt arms come over me and lift me to my feet, his eyes scanning my body while licking his bottom lip. I'm ashamed of myself right now; I'm standing in front of my crush in nothing but my undergarments in a small hotel room. I feel...trashy. Maybe I am the whore Jason said I am.

"Look, I'm sorry!" I screamed and went to run when he pulled me back. I tried to kick him away, but he was too strong compared to my frail body, laying me on the bed and standing in front of it with a frown.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked, hands in his pockets. "You haven't done anything wrong, I was just about to ask you why you had no clothes on."

"I went to go into the bathroom to use the toilet and Jason was in there," I lied through my teeth. "It was too hot in there, so I set my clothes down on the floor."

"You couldn't have dealt with it for a few minutes?"

He did have a point; one I didn't want to admit. It was stupid of me to waltz in there with hardly anything on and act like a big shot.

"I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that."

"But I am."

"For what?"

"For being a whore."

Chad looked confused. "You're not being one. Why would you think that?"

"Jason told me I was," I huffed and got off of the bed. "I'm going to get my clothes and then I'll be out."

"But you have to give us a ride," Chad said. "Why would Jason say that to you? He told you he loved you last night when you fell asleep, so that makes no sense."

He covered his mouth once he realized what he had said, surprised with himself. He shook his head before face-palming, mumbling 'idiot' to himself repeatedly.

"H-He was the one who said he loved me?!" I screeched, my eyes wide and my jaw dropped. 

Written by Taryn.