Unexplainable [Original Version]

[chapter thirteen: "over the years"]

Chapter 13: "Over the Years"
Jolene Milford's POV

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I let out a heavy sigh as I drop down against the wall nearest Scott in the gym, feeling my body relax as I cross my legs. We've been in the gym all morning, just working out and having an overall great time. Of course, I'm completely done now, but Scott's still going.

You know, I'm always impressed any time I go to the gym with Scott. He's so damn dedicated to it, it's crazy; I mean, it's obvious that his hard work pays off. His physique is fuckin' stunning and I know he's proud of it. He has every right to be.

I pull a bottle of water out of my nearby bag and chug it while Scott continues going on with his workout. He should be finishing up before too much longer, but I'm not sure what our plans after that are. Ah well, we'll figure it out.

Once Scott's done, he grabs a towel and a bottle of water before flopping down beside of me. I smile and watch as he runs the towel over his head, wiping away as much sweat as he possibly can. Before he talks, he downs his bottle of water and wraps a sticky arm around my shoulder.

"Damn! That felt good, didn't it? I love a long workout." Scott chuckles. "Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

"Did we finish a workout or did we just fuck for the first time?" I joke, looking up at him. Scott laughs even more. "I had a good time, though. It was nice."

"Damn right it was. I haven't felt this refreshed in a while." Scott relaxes for a moment, and I lean against him. "Thanks for coming out with me this morning."

"I enjoyed it! I may not go as hard in the gym as you or Kev or Kid, but it's something I like. Hell, part of the fun is just watching you have a good time." I look up at Scott and give him a smile. He pulls me closer with the arm he has wrapped around me, giving me a small hug.

"You're the best, Joli. You know that?"

"I try." I chuckle softly, enjoying the moment.

After we've taken a small break, Scott stands up and then reaches his hand down to me. I graciously take it and he pulls me up with very little effort, something that makes us both grin. We bag up our shit and throw our bags over our shoulders.

"Let's go get ourselves cleaned up before we go grab a bite. Sound good?" Scott asks as he pulls the keys from his pocket. I nod, following his lead out to the car. I slide into the passenger seat while Scott gets behind the wheel.

We're halfway back to the hotel when Scott springs a random question on me out of the blue. It's not anything bad, but it's not something I had expected.

"Did you ever look into becoming a wrestler, Joli? I feel like I've never really talked to you about that, but it's something I'm genuinely curious about. Or, shit, have you always just aspired to be a manager?"

"To be honest, wrestling has always been something that I've thought about doing. I mean, isn't that every wrestling fan's dream at some point or another?" I chuckle. "But really , I don't think that's something I was ever meant to do. I just don't think that's my place in the business."

"I get what you're saying. I mean, the manager role is fuckin' awesome. Some of the damn coolest people in our business have never had an actual match." Scott sends me a smile. "And no, that's not just me buttering you up."

I jokingly roll my eyes, but I can't help but wear a smile, too. "I'm happy with where I am, but I do sometimes think about what could've been."

"I'm sure you would've been a damn good wrestler, babe, but I have to say, I'm actually really glad your career has taken the path that it has. I mean, if you hadn't been brought in the way you were, who knows if we'd have been able to meet up like we did? My life would be so strange without you in it." For just a moment, Scott sends me this sweet, genuine expression. It makes my heart leap.