#readytcdie

       it wasn’t hard to figure out which of the wrestlers now wandering around was pete-- jim and glen were adamant she stay away from him; the typical tirade. he was bad news, a jerk, etc. unfortunately for them, that was usually the type she went for. for their sanity, though, she’d do her best to pretend like she didn’t see him staring... that cocky, king of the world type smirk stretched across his lips. oh man, he RADIATED bad news. biting down on her bottom lip she turned away, pulling her phone out of her back pocket and busied herself checking her email and social media. maybe he’d just go away.

        ❝ no? i could have sworn you were asleep. ❞ maybe she’s just being a lil shit, but she’s not all that tired, and pete had to deal with that. she leaned down, pressing her lips to his for a brief kiss before she sat back up and made herself comfortable on his lap. ❝ i’m not tired, you have to wake up and entertain me. ❞ she reaches out, poking at his chest with her fingers. ❝ you can sleep laaaaater, baby. ❞ what a fucking child.