-1Disclaimer: I do not own any WWE superstars
Chapter 1 : Jobs and Explanations
"I'm happy to tell you that you have a job. Welcome to the WWE Miss Hunter." Shane McMahon said.
I stood up and shook his hand gratefully. "Thank you so much Mr. McMahon. You won't regret it." I said with a smile. I walked out of the room after we said our short goodbyes. While I was walking to the elevator to go to my car, I waved goodbye to the secretary that directed me to Shane's office the minute I got off the elevator on my way in.
I walked into my car and turned up the radio extra loud to try to contain my excitement. I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself. My full name is Kendall Riley Hunter. I am 5ft. 9 and about 125 pounds. I have brownish-red hair and blue eyes. I am 21 years old and fresh out of college. My parents are happily together and loving life. I grew up in a great neighborhood with great neighbors and family. I have two older brothers and one younger sister. My oldest brother, Brett, is 26 and lives in LA with his wife. They own their own restaurant. My other brother, Elliot, is 24 and lives in Florida with his own nightclub. My sister, Devan, is 17 and lives with my parents in a small town near San Francisco, California. Growing up I was naturally attracted to wrestling due to my brothers and dad watching. It was always a dream of mine to somehow work for the WWE. And, finally after 21 years of life, my dream had come true. I landed a job with them. Although, a small job, it still is working WWE, which was after all my dream. I am the secretary to Mr. Shane McMahon. I live in Connecticut with my best friend Charlotte, or Charlie for short. She didn't like wrestling like me, she never even watched an episode until she met me. She just humors me when I turn it on, and of course she likes the hot guys half naked.
Right about now, there seems to be nothing wrong with my life, and although, not as bad as some peoples, mine is far from perfect. When I was 14 I just started high school and instantly met some new people. I, of course, had friends from junior high but I ignored them when I formed friends with people from other schools. These people were popular and at the time, that was all that mattered to me. This was also the age that I had my first boyfriend, Jeremy. I claimed that I was in love with him, because that's what I thought it was back then. Well, anyway, we went out one night when my parents were out of town. My brothers, of course at a party and my sister staying at a friends house. One thing led to another, and I'm sure you know what happened. Yes, we were young, but, we thought we were in love. So, a month later I go to the doctor for a physical to play softball, and what do you know? I'm four weeks pregnant. So my mother, of course found out immediately, having been at the appointment. She was angry at first but then told me that she supported me. We went home and called a family meeting and told all the family about my situation. They were furious at first, especially the men, and after a week were still angry as hell. I couldn't stand not being comfortable around them and asked them for their support and forgiveness. After contemplating for a while, they agreed.
So now the hard part. Jeremy. After school one day, we went to the park and I knew I had to tell him. I told him about everything. He basically told me that it couldn't possibly be his and that there was no way in Hell that he would take care of it. I got angry and we ended up shouting and screaming at each other for a few minutes. I went home later and when I woke up I got ready to go to softball practice. This was my last practice I was going to have before I quit the team. During the game at some point, me being catcher, the ball hit my abdomen head on and knocked the wind out of me. I was rushed to the hospital and as you can probably tell lost the baby. It took me a long time to get over it. I made new friends at school and totally ignored my other so-called friends. I never spoke to Jeremy again. Even though I had lost the baby and we didn't have to worry about it, he didn't trust me. If you can't base a relationship on trust, what can you base it on? And ever since then, I had been happy, carefree and living life to the fullest. So now, here I am living my dream and having my best friends support.
I just pulled up into the driveway of my house. I got all the paperwork that I had to sign and fill out to return to Shane tomorrow. I walked through the door to see Charlie on the couch watching TV while writing letters to some of her family members, her grandparents didn't believe in the telephone. Odd, I know, but whatever. I dropped all my stuff on my bed down the hall and walked back into the living room.
"Guess what?" I announced happily.
"What?" Charlie asked with a smile looking at me. She knew, I know she knew because she knows me too well.
"I got the job!" I yelled and we shared a tight embrace while jumping up and down together.
"That's great." She said.
"I know, I can't believe it." I said and sat down on the couch changing the channel.
"I knew you would get it. You are perfect for the job." She said with a smile and continued writing her letters. A few minutes passed as I absorbed what had happened to me today.
"What do you say to pizza tonight?" I asked and stood up to get the phone.
"Sounds great." She said half listening to me and half listening to the TV which was currently playing an episode of The Bachelor, which she loved.
I made the order for the pizza and watched TV with her the rest of the time. When the pizza got there we ate and talked a little bit more about our day. When I was finished I got up and kept the leftover pizza in the box and put it in the fridge. I walked into my room, cranked the music up real high and started to fill out the contract. By the time I was finished, it was 2am so I crawled into bed and slept like a baby, awaiting the next day.
A/N: this is my first fic so I would appreciate some feedback on whether you like it or not and if I should continue. Thanks so much. Don't go easy on me. Tell me your true thoughts.