So, this is the re-written version of This is How a Hart Breaks. Now it's titled Unlikely Attractions. Um, I only own my OCs, Shay Hart and whatever OCs I may mention throughout this story, lol. Read and review, please. Also, I'd like to thank my E-sista Angel for beta-reading this!LOL, Mucho grande thanks to you, girl:)

Chapter One: Another Hart

*Shay POV*

Walking slowly down the hall, I knew I was going to be late. I didn't even try to rush myself, it would only cause harm to both me and the people around me. Looking around shyly, I made sure no one was around. If I were to fall, no one would see me, which was a good and bad thing. Good because I wouldn't go through a miniature panic attack over having so much attention on me and bad because if I were to seriously injure myself, no one would be around to help me.

Pushing the thought from my mind, I sighed as I came across a patch of backstage workers working with a bunch of thick wires that were strewn about the area. This couldn't possibly end well. They nodded and one gave a small wave. "Good morning, Ms. Hart."

I only nodded and he understood. Carefully weaving my way through the mess of wires, I tried to set my foot over a wire, but it ended up landing directly on it. The wire slid from beneath my foot, causing me to fall backwards and land hard on my butt. A deep scarlet blush flushed my cheeks as I slowly got to my feet. The crew didn't seem to notice, they were all used to it by now.

I moved quickly to the other side of the hall and quietly opened the door to the room I was supposed to be in. The entire meeting stopped and everyone turned to look at me. Vince stopped mid-sentence and looked me over. "Ms. Hart, you're late. Luckily we're only twenty minutes into it. Have a seat." He gestured to the room full of his employees. Slowly, I shuffled to the back, almost tripping on my way.

"Hurry, Shay, and preferably without breaking a bone." Vince sighed. "I have enough people on the injured list anyways…" He mumbled. For the next two and a half hours, he went on about ratings and how to improve them, also how much of a profit we were making and that due to the economy, any slackers will probably be released.

After the meeting was over, I waited until almost everyone had left to try and leave the room. My foot got caught on the leg of a chair and I fell to the ground. The person in the chair, who just happened to be Dolph Ziggler, laughed. "Walk much, Stutterbug?'

A shadow loomed over us and I gulped. I didn't turn to see who it was, but was expecting the worst. "Hey, Mr. Ziggles, leave the lady alone and go pick on someone your own size."

"What are you trying to do? Rack up some Community Service points? Charity work?"

"Nick, I'm serious. Leave her alone."

I gulped again. He only called Dolph by his real name if he was really angry at him. Dolph stood and shrugged before running a hand over his hair. "Fine, whatever you say." As he passed me he snickered.

The person who helped me kneeled down to my level and took a hold of my arm before pulling me to my feet. "You okay?" I nodded and cleared my throat. "Good." He smiled and ran a hand through his brown hair. Subconsciously, I fingered my long, golden curls. As I walked out the door and made it to catering, I glanced at him. The man still hadn't left my side.

He followed me through the line and I periodically kept glancing at him. The man noticed my glances and smiled. Once he and I had gathered out meals and we sat down, I began eating mine in silence. It was the continuous span of awkward silence that made me blush deeper, which caused him to chuckle. "You can talk to me, I don't bite. Unless you want me to." The confident and joking gleam in his eye sparkled.

"T-thanks for the h-help with Nick." I spoke, voice barely above a whisper. The soft voice was completely natural and went well with my clumsiness and shyness. Truthfully, I didn't like to talk because I always stuttered and tried to avoid it as much as possible. Because of that, everyone says I don't fit in with my family. I'm not outgoing, I don't have the confidence that people usually spot in people who are in my family.

"See, nothing bad happened. Oh, and your welcome."

"I-If the only reason you followed me here was for a thanks, why are you still here? I can't stand it w-when people screw with my head."

He looked around before pulling on his signature sunglasses. "If anybody asks, you sat down here." When I looked down again, he looked sympathetic and lifted my chin to look me in the eye. "Hey, I'm sorry. That was a bit far." I looked out of the corner of my eye, catering was empty. So this obviously couldn't be a joke, right? "I wouldn't make fun of somebody because they're different, at least not nowadays. I've changed a bit since the Nitro days."

"I-I never doubted that." I whispered and he smiled.

"Well, thank you for having a kind of crappy lunch with me, it really helped me overcome the terrible food." He stood and nodded.

I turned away so he wouldn't see my blush. As he was about to walk away, I called out to him. "John?"

John Hennigan turned to look at me. "Yeah?"

"You never answered my question. Why did you stick around for as long as you did?" I bit my lip waiting for his response. He chuckled.

"You intrigue me."

This confused me. To me, nothing about me could possibly be intriguing. "W-why?"

Shrugging, he smirked. "It's one of those things that just can't be explained." He turned around again and I couldn't help but smile. I was so lost in thought that I jumped when somebody put their hand on my shoulder. They winced and quickly apologized. Looking up, I saw the Hart Dynasty.

"Oh. H-hi Nattie, TJ, Dave." I nodded in acknowledgement.

"Hey, girl. Come on, it's time for our match." Nattie smiled. She and I knew each other since before we could remember and was a close friend, as was TJ and Dave. I nodded and stood, following them. I was already dressed in my ring gear, well it was my normal outfit because I was currently being a valet due to an 'injured' wrist. Vince just wanted me out of the ring for 'dramatic' effect.

Currently, I wore black cargo pants and a pink off-the-shoulder one-sleeved shirt with a black leather jacket and black/pink combat boots. Quickly bandaging my left wrist, I made sure it was on straight before the Hart Dynasty's music blasted. Suddenly, Justin Robert's voice came through on his mic and I immediately followed them out onto the ramp.

"From Calgary, Alberta Canada, being accompanied to the ring by Shay Hart, the Hart Dynasty!"

Did I forget to mention that I'm the daughter of Bret "The Hitman" Hart?