'Seven months into being on Raw with the WWE and I still have to dress in the janitor's closet!' I thought as I changed my outfit in the cramped quarters. I've become very skilled at getting ready for a match inside these four walls and that scared me. I laced up my last boot before shamefully stepping out of the closet.
I quickly made my way to hair and make up; another place I had been "banned" from. Luckily for me Lucinda- the only person who doesn't hate my guts here- didn't care about that and always made me feel welcome when I was around her which was only when I had to get ready for a match unfortunately. The reason I say unfortunately is because that didn't happen often. When you're a diva and your name isn't Bella or Kelly Kelly, you don't matter all that much.
I turned open the knob and dashed inside the room before anyone could stop and make fun of me. I swear this place is worse than high school.
"Hey, sweetie, it's been a while since I've seen you in here." Luce smiled at me patting the chair in front of her wanting me to sit. I did so gladly.
"That's because I seldom get a match, Luce." I sighed as Lucinda began her magic on my natural blonde locks.
"I know, and it's not fair. You are one of the best wrestlers they have, including the guys!" She exclaimed looking through a box of dyes. Luce loved to put a streak of color in my hair that matched my out fit. Tonight, I was wearing a bright blue corset-styled top and matching shorts as well as boots that had a gold accent. I loved my outfit; I was able to wrestle in it with out looking like a porn star but it showed enough cleavage to keep the males watching during diva's matches.
Finally finding a dye that matched and would be ready for my match in 30 minutes, she began her work. "So did you get dressed in the janitor's closet again?" She asked sectioning out part of my hair.
"Yes…"I sighed. "I don't even try going into the diva's locker room anymore." Her reflection in the mirror showed me that the raven-haired woman didn't approve.
"I always tell you that you can dress in here…" She trailed off applying the dye.
"I know but I should have to dress anywhere but that locker room!" I raised my voice in a mix of frustration and shame.
Seven months of being laughed at by divas. Seven months of having cruel pranks pulled on me by the superstars. Seven months of being ragged on by my heroes and I had a feeling this was only the beginning. If not a single one of them accepts me anytime soon I knew I would never gain anyone's respect around here.
Lucinda finished with the dye and continued to style my hair. She pulled most of my hair into a ponytail but left enough hair so the blue streak was visible and there were bangs covering my right eye. Next up was makeup.
"You're all done Alice. Knock em' dead." Lucinda beamed like a soccer mom would. I flashed her my best smile back.
"Will do, Luce." I rose from the chair and exited hair and make up.
I walked down the empty hallway and checked the clock; five minutes before my match begins. Tonight I would be facing Kelly Kelly; seemingly okay on television but completely cruel off camera. She acted as if I didn't exist unless someone were to see- Then we were best friends.
I entered the gorilla position and then walked out to my theme music, Everybody Loves Me by One Republic.
Make you say
Oh my, feels just like I don't try
Look so good I might die
All I know is everybody loves me
Head down, swaying to my own sound
Flashes in my face now
All I know is everybody loves me
The crowd gave a mix reaction when I entered the ring; a blend of cheers and boos. Mainly boos but that was to be expected; I am supposed to be a heel after all. One that's very conceited too.
I entered the ring and struck a couple of poses.
You can look but you can't touch.
Both Bella's came out and the crowd loved it, I however did not. As bad as Kelly Kelly is-or Barbie if you want her real name- the Bella's –Garcia's- are much worse.
They both entered mic in hand. I had a bad feeling about this.
"Alice when will you get that everyone does not love you?" Brie said into the mic, the crowd laughed. All I felt was a lump growing in my throat.
"Aw look Brie, we're going to make her cry."Nikki laughed pointing at me. I blinked away the tears that were forming.
"I'm surprised her tear ducts haven't dried up from all the crying she does backstage." Brie snickered tossing some hair over her shoulder.
"You see, Alice, we don't want you here. No one does. Why don't you just go back to wherever it is that you came from?" Nikki laughed. I swallowed back the lump again. My hands formed into fists and before I knew it I was attacking one of the brunettes.
"Don't touch my sister!" The other yelled and began kicking me in the back. I just focused on the one underneath me.
The other Bella pulled me off her sister by my ponytail. I turned to her and punched her in the face. Not a fake for the camera punch, a real I-think-I-just-broke-her-nose punch. She stumbled backwards into the ropes. With one brunette on the floor and the other freaking out over her bloody nose I ducked under the ropes and left the arena, the crowd to shocked to cheer or boo; just gasp.
I stormed down the hallway not knowing where to go or what to do. The whole way I just stared at my feet and fiddled with my hands. I was about to turn the corner when I walked into something, or should I say someone.
"Watch were you're g- Are you crying?" A male voice asked me from where I landed on the ground. I looked up and looked into his eyes. A pair of eyes I had stared at many times, long before I really knew the person they belonged to.
"And why would you care, Mizanin?" I snapped ignoring the hand he extended to help me up.
"Because I'm not the jerk you make me out to be?" It came out more as a question rather than an answer. I just shook my head and walked around him.
I don't care what he says, he's a jerk. He'd gone from being one of my heroes to one of my least favorite people in 5 second flat from the day I met him. I remember it like it was yesterday…
"Hey you're Alice, the new diva, right?"The Miz came up to me, flashing me a heart fluttering smile. I nodded wordlessly. Was I really meeting my hero, The Miz? "Listen, a bunch of us going out clubbing tonight. You wanna come?" He asked smiling again.
"Sure that would be great" I tried to keep my voice even and not sound so eager. He wrote down the address on my arm and tolled me when to come.
"I'll see you then." He said then spun around on his heel.
I stepped out of my car in my black sequenced dress and black stiletto heels. I was surprised when the place in front of me looked more like an abandoned warehouse than a club in Los Angeles. I walked over and screamed when a tub of ice water was thrown on me from up on the roof. Drenched I looked up to see my attackers; there was my hero The Miz along with Alex Riley, Maryse and Both Bellas.
"Look, she's going to cry!"Maryse pointed out and began laughing. Soon they all joined in. I stormed off in the direction of my car.
"Someone can't take a joke." One of the Bellas yelled.
"Fuck off!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and flipped them off.
"Wait up!" Mike called out for me, ending my flashback. I felt him grab my arm and then he spun me around.
"What do you want? Can't you see I've had enough?" I sighed staring up into his azure eyes. There was barely any space between us, something that would make me melt seven months ago.
"Look, we've obviously started out on the wrong foot…" Mike trailed off and I couldn't help but laugh.
"And you chose to point this out now? Seven months after the fact?"
He jerked his head back confused, "Was that really the only time we've talked?" He asked with raised eyebrows
"Not unless you count all the times you've made fun of me." I snapped. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go." I spun around heading towards the janitor's closet to get changed.
I heard footsteps fallowing me but I hopped that they would go away if ignored them. That didn't happen.
"Quit following me!" I said not bothering to turn around. I ducked into the closet and closed the door.
"This is where you had to go? The janitor's closet?" Mike asked opening the door while I was taking off my top. In a flash I slammed it closed with my back against it.
"Don't. Open. The. Door." I stated each word slowly. That was close.
"Why?" Confusion filled his voice.
I sighed, "Just give me a couple of minutes and then you can talk to me for as long as you want." I said anything to make sure he wouldn't open the door.
"Sure." I could practically feel him smirking. I rolled my eyes and continued undressing.
Minutes later I opened the door and in fell Mike who had made the poor decision of leaning against it. "Ow…" He groaned rubbing his head. I stepped around him now dressed in a pair of short shorts and a black t-shirt. With my bag that contained my wrestling attire in hand I began walking off only to hear footsteps again.
"So you get changed in there?" He asked smirking. I turned to face him and then got in his face.
"If you tell anyone, I will kill you." I threatened my lips dangerously close to his. I turned back around and heard him chuckle a bit.
"What's so funny Mizanin?" I asked frustrated turning a corner then pushing open a door that lead to the parking lot.
His eyes widened."Wait I need my bag!" the wrestler said and I could barely hold back my laughter.
"Your bag? Mike, glad to see you getting in touch with your feminine side." I teased and he glared icily back at me.
"My gym bag. With my wrestling gear." He responded taking my had and pulling me back inside.
I yanked my hand away from him, "Why are you taking me with you?" I questioned.
"Because you tolled me I'd get to talk to you as long as I'd like." Mike answered as we went back down the hallway.
Minutes of silence passed by before I finally spoke up, "You never tolled me why you were laughing." I trailed off. A smile appeared on his lips.
"I was just wondering why I was never so smart." The blue-eyed man replied.
I cocked my head to the side, "You've lost me."
"When I was kicked out of the Guys locker room I went all the way to the public restrooms, never thought about using a janitor's closet." Mike explained.
"Oh. Well as fun as this has been, I'm going to my car and then to the hotel." My voice dripped with sarcasm during second sentence.
Mike shook his head, "Still not done talking to you." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his personal dressing room. He grabbed his gym bag and began putting his wrestling clothing into it.
"I wish I would have never said that…" I groaned tapping my foot impatiently against the floor. He chuckled then slung his bag over his shoulder.
We walked through the hallway, again and out the door, again. I walked to my car then said, "Well I'm going to go."
"Did I mention I don't have a ride to the hotel?" He asked flashing a smile.
"So that's why you wanted to talk to me…" I trailed off looking into his azure eyes.
"Maybe." He smirked and I rolled my eyes.
"You're such a jerk." I said before getting in the drivers side. He just stood there.
I rolled down the window then said, "Are you coming or what?"
He smiled getting into the car. What did I just do?
A/N: I know this was only just the first chapter and it might not even get very many views but I hope whoever is reading this enjoys it. :D Reviews are always appreciated.