Not that bad // Rhea Ripley

12- Don't Give Up

//quite a long chapter ahead, if you haven't please read my author's note, and tell me what you would lie me to do about this sotry hehe, and please comment and everything, it really helps me to continue this

"Baby you were born to be a star."

Kevin Rudolf

Sunday morning. I have practice in an hour, and a huge bruise on the base of my neck. I know I'll have to face the comments and worries, especially Michael's. I always told him that wrestling was scripted, and superstars were heavily trained, and since I only did training, and no real matches, almost nothing could happen to me. But that's before I knew I was going to have a real match. So yeah, we'll see how it turns out. I'm kinda sad because Phil leaves in two weeks, and that means I won't have the opportunity to wrestle anymore, for a long time. Except if he comes back, which is less than likely to happen. But oh well, that was really great for how long it lasted. I started packing my stuff for practice and got prepared. I had to pick Michael up before practice, to go to Cal's. He's so gonna give me hell for my bruise. I knocked on his door and he opened immediately to give me a big hug.

" Hey how is the best wrestler in the world?" He asked with a smile. That kinda felt weird hearing him call me that since he wasn't always really supportive of my dream career. " Wait what's that on your neck? Did Phil do that to you?"

" Yeah, but it was an accident, it happens !" I defended. "It's okay, it doesn't really hurt!"

" How did that happened, you were only supposed to rehearse moves."

" He decided I was ready to have a real match." I explained. "And there was a lost hit. It's okay, accidents happen."

" Wait what? You wrestled against him? Like 1vs1? In a ring?" He asked visibly shocked.

" Yeah."

" I hope you beat the shit out of him." He groaned.

" I did not! This is wrestling not MMA!" I laughed.

" Oh shit, I would have loved to see that." He grinned.

" You really don't like him huh?" I asked. "You know, he's a good guy in fact."

" Yeah, Ashton's been repeating me that, but I can't forget what he did to you."

" I get it, but, you know, his behavior with me hasn't changed, well, except for the fact that we're not a couple anymore." I chuckled. "He's still a sweet guy, caring and attentive."

" If you say so." He breathed out. "But remember he's leaving in barely two weeks."

" I know."

We finally got to Calum's house and once again, I got asked many questions about my bruise. When I told about wrestling, Luke looked at me weirdly.

" Wait, you're a wrestler?" He asked.

" Well for the moment, I only do Brazilian Jujitsu, and I've taken some wrestling initiations, but yes, I'd like to become a pro wrestler someday." I explained.

" Oh, so that's what you meant by 'practicing'." He face palmed himself. "I thought you were in another band."

" No, this one already takes all my time." I laughed.

We practiced all day long, and at the end, my hands and fingers hurt like hell. Singing was a bit hard since my throat is still a bit sore from Phil's superkick, but I managed to do it well. Today, for the first time, I decided to be cool with Luke, and asked him if for next week, he wanted to prepare a duo with us. We settled down for Remembering Sunday by All Time Low, except that he's doing the Juliet Simms part, since the guys and I already know the rest of the song, since we've practiced it together a long time ago. He seemed overjoyed by my proposal. Michael and Calum looked at me like I was a dying person who just gave all her heritage to her grandson whom she despises. I just don't know, maybe Michael was right and Luke made me think Of Phil in a certain way, and now that the tensions are dissipated, I can finally appreciate Luke. I don't know, we'll see how it goes when Phil leaves again. After practice ended, I went back home to take a good bath, to help my sore muscles. When I was in there I received a text from an unknown number.