Ella's pov
*Yawn
What the heck! Why is Nick here. Urrrg I'm supposed to be mad at him!
I watched him stir in his sleep. He's just so cute! Stop it Ella. You're mad at him.
"Wake up!" I yelled.
Nick immediately shot up. "Are you okay?" He asked. I just started hysterically laughing
"It's not funny you scared me." he said in his deep morning voice.
"Well then Mr. Nemeth," I said trying to imitate his voice to which he laughed at, "you are still not forgiven."
"Sweetie, just listen Randy and I are just not always going to be on the same page, but we're wrestlers. That's how we solve our problems." He said.
What a bullshit excuse.
"Yeah, well 'sweetie' I don't know if you noticed but I'm a wrestler too!" I fired back.
He just mumbled something under his breath.
"What did you just say?!" I asked.
"Nothing El, can we just forget about this and go back to sleep?" He asked.
"Nope!" I replied popping the P.
He then gave me his adorable puppy eyes, and I couldn't resist.
"Oh fine." I said, "But you're still on probation. You're really lucky you're cute Nemeth!"
"I'm not cute. I'm sexy!" He said.
"Sure..." I replied sarcastically.
"Oh what ever!" He said.