Mickie's P.O.V.
Oh
God…
I don't know why this always happens but even when I try
to avoid it… it still happens. It's like God finds some kind of
sick entertainment out of this. I spent an extra hour training just
so I wouldn't end up being alone with her in the locker room again…
but here she is… and here I am… in the same locker room…
together… I mean it's awkward enough after what happened between
us while we were in OVW… just add the fact that management has been
putting us in mini fueds alot lately… this goes from awkward to
just plain uncomfortable.
If I'm lucky… we won't argue
today… but the chance of us being in the same room without having
even a tiny argument is like one in a million…. It's been like
this for years now… ever since… … well… I don't want to
even think about it … I just want to get my stuff, go to my hotel
and sleep.
"Mickie"
God I hate the way she says my name now. It's so harsh and… well… I don't even know if she's greeting me or just acknowledging the fact that we are in the locker room alone once again…
"Melina…"
I try to say her name just as harsh as she said mine but I'm not sure if it came out that way. She stops what she's doing and looks at me. Our eyes lock for the briefest of moments… and I know… here comes the argument…
TBC…