Walking down the long hallway to Flair's office, I had a tingly feeling in my stomach. It was the good kinda tingly. The tingly that you get on Christmas morning or the first day of school. Not the tingly you get when you are summoned to the principals office. Although, I would understand if I did. I wasn't the most well behaved kid in school.
Flair would be kinda like the principal, he's way too nice though. I wouldn't take him too seriously if I'm being honest with myself. He would most definitely fit the role of an administrator that tries to fit in with the students 100%. "Knock knock," I said as I knocked on Flair's door.
"It's open," he exclaimed and I came right in. "You wanted to see me si-" I stopped mid sentence as I met eyes with Undertaker. Him and I glared at each other with pure hatred. The room filling with tension as his viscous gaze made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up but I wasn't gonna budge. "Wow..if looks could kill," Flair chuckled as Mark and I continued scolding one another.
"Why don't you take a seat Jayla," Flair spoke again. I could see him smiling awkwardly out of the corner of my eye. I made my way over to a chair that was near Mark's and directly in front of Flair's desk. "Kid," Mark finally spoke, keeping his dark heavy eyes directly on mine. "Mark," I smirked, knowing he hates when I call him by his actual name.
He furrowed his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak but fortunately Flair had cut him off before he got a chance. "Well now that you both are here and have greeted one another," he stared, letting out a lot of his breath before he spoke. "Why am I here Flair?!" Mark complained as he gave Flair the death stare he was just giving me. "Your here because I called you here," Flair responded, getting up from behind his desk and walking over to sit on it in between Mark and I.
"You two have been causing some trouble ever since I hired Jayla," he started, placing his hands in his lap and looking between the both of us with disappointment in his eyes. I understand the reason for the look. Mark and I have been acting like a bunch of 7 year olds since I've gotten here. But in my defense, he started it first.
"It's not my fault, your the one who hired her," Mark spat pointing his long crooked finger at me. "And how is that a bad thing? Your the one who's made my being here a bad thing," I snapped back, turning angrily towards Mark. "Maybe that's because your annoying as hell," he replied standing up. "Explain to me how I'm 'annoying as hell' " I argued standing up to him as he did me. "Aye aye aye, hold on a second. You will NOT be doing this in my office!" Flair shouted as he stood in between the both of us.
"Who's gonna stop me huh? You?" Mark asked Flair with widened eyes. "You wouldn't dare," I argued reaching past Flair to shove Mark. "JAYLA BEHIND MY DESK NOW!" Flair shouted. His voice sounding like thunder as my name made its way out of his mouth. I instantly walked behind his desk and sat down in his chair. "Now you two listen up and listen good!" He started, holding his temples with his index finger and thumb.
"I'm so sick and tired of you two arguing. Jayla you have only been here for a 22 weeks and the two of you have already caused more trouble than I've ever seen backstage. And Austin was jumped in the parking lot by Kane last week!" He shouted turning back between Mark and I. Mark starts all the fights, how is this my fault?
When I got here that guy was my favorite wrestler of all time. I loved him, I was so excited to meet him until I actually did. He turned out to be the most narcissistic, condescending, disrespectful, piece of shit I've ever gotten the pleasure of meeting.
"Since the two of you can't get along, you will be partnered up. Starting next Thursday you will be a duo. So figure out how your gonna work her into your gimmick or termination WILL be on the table for the BOTH OF YOU," Flair announced. "WHAT!" Mark and I gasped simultaneously.