I sat in the cafeteria with Melina, Trish, Lita, and Mickie; listening as they discuss their relationships. Actually more like bitch about their men and the problems they have. These lucky fuckers have men and still they are all bitching; what the hell?? I don't get it either.
"I just don't get it," Trish whined," why is he so jealous? It's my freaking job for goodness sake."
"Well Hon, you do travel all over the world with some of the hottest guys on the planet." Melina reasoned.
"Yeah, I mean men are naturally insecure and you run around in outfits that leave nothing to the imagination. Not to mention you have a huge following of male fans." I added.
"Hey! We all have to wear those outfits, thank you, and besides that he KNOWS I would… I zoned out on Trish because HE walked in like some sort of GOD. His t-shirt was hugging those muscles like a second skin. God is it getting hot in here? I watched intently as he swayed across the room. His biceps wanting to be touched, lips craving to be kissed, and those pants practically screaming to be torn from those chiseled thighs only to reveal the Holy Grail that his wrestling trunks try, yes try, to conceal every week.
"Vick…Tori…VICTORIA!!!" Trish yelled as she waved her hand in my face; breaking my thoughts.
"Huh? Wha...Oh, sorry" I smiled up at the blonde bombshell and glanced around the table to find all of the divas looking at me.
"What the hell were you looking at?" Melina questioned, turning her head to see what was so interesting.
"What or who?" Lita smirked before turning like Melina.
"Nothing…um I was just thinking about…my match." I lied smoothly, I hope. They all just nodded and resumed their rousing banter of whose boyfriend sucks more. I half-listened as Mickie took over the conversation; adding little nods and smiles of understanding once in a while. When they were all caught up in Mickie's story I snuck a glance back to his table. A frown formed on my face as I saw he had left. All that remained was an empty tray to prove I hadn't imagined the whole thing. I wish I had enough nerve to talk to him but I just become so flushed when he's close by. Oh well at least I have my friends to keep me company or at the very least entertained.