Title: Face The Music
Author: Lysi a.k.a. Psychotic Chic
Rating: T
Category: Romance, Drama
Pairings: Gabrielle/Chris
Summary: Gabrielle is dating Chris Jericho, but when he turns his attention to taking out John Cena, Gabi makes him promise to her, on their relationship that he'll leave John alone. When he doesn't she leaves him, and goes to Cena to help him, but mostly for herself, to get back at Chris. In a fight for life or death, Gabi uses everything she's learned about Chris over the past 2 years against him, and tries to upstage him at Summerslam.
Disclaimer: I own Gabrielle.. I used to wish I owned Jericho, but not anymore. I do still wish I owned John Cena..
A/N: I hope you guys like this story.. Check out Against the Odds as well. Remember to R&R..
"Gabi, did you just see what I did to that punk, John Cena?" I glare up at Chris as he takes a seat next to me on the couch. He leans over to greet me with a kiss, as I turn my head away and look at the wall across from the couch. "And you problem is... Oooh, let me guess. PMS?"
I shake my head 'no' as I slowly turn my head back to face him. "Actually, my problem is you, Carlito and Bitchoff.. I mean, Bischoff."
Chris nods his head a little bit, trying to seem like he understands as she seems to have a smirk crossing his face. "And how exactly are we 'your problem?'"
"Over the past 2 months, you've had your head stuck up Bischoff's ass. You've become less of my boyfriend, and more of Eric's bitch. The only way you ever beat John was because it was 3 on 1."
"4." I question what he just said by raising my eyebrow a little bit. "It's 4 on 1, unless you aren't on my side."
I look past him for a second to think about what he just said. "I guess I have to say that I'm not on your side this time. I don't like what youre doing to John, and I definitely do not agree qith it. Its not right, Chris."
"And what are you gunna do about that? This is what I have to do to get what I want, what I need."
"I bite my lower lip for a second so I don't spit out the first that comes to my mind. You care more about your god damn title than me, huh Chris? I know if I said what I was thinking, I'd be better off running for my life right now. "So being Bitchoff's bitch is getting you what you want. That's definitely the masculine way of handling things."
I feel right now as though the wall are closing in on me, and Chris is getting closer to me by the second. I look out at him, scared for my well-being, since I see the fire rekindle in his eyes, the same fire he gets in his eyes before he goes out to the ring every night before a huge match with a huge rival. Dammit Gabrielle, learn to shut your god-damned mouth for once in your life. I stand up from the couch and grab my cell phone off of the end table.
I watch Chris slowly rise from the couch and start walking towards me. I'm gunna die. Let me die, it's better than being stuck to being Chris Jericho's girlfriend. As of right now, I think inmates get treated better than I do. "Chris, babe, please stop. You know me, Is say things I don't mean."
"Wanna apologize. You get one more chance, and don't waste my time."
I lean back against the wall, and deep down, I'm fearing for the worst. AS Chris gets closer, I try to cover up a little bit in the corner. "Yes, Chris, please stop. I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said. I just don't like what you're doing to John.
"And it's any of your damn business how? What I do to that punk ass bitch is my problem." Chris turns around and starts walking back over to the couch.
"Chris, you're my boyfriend, and whether you like it or not, I do care about you, and what you do. I love you, and in these type of relationships, we need to agree on those kind of things." I slowly let down my cover as I just lean back against the bathroom door. "We're supposed to back each other up on these decisions, and I can't back you up on this one."
I watch Chris slowly shake his head as he slowly takes a seat on the couch and motions for me to sit next to him. Don't do it, Gabi. You've fallen for this one before. "Come here. I promise I won't hurt you babe. I don't have any anger in me tonight, since I took it all out on that little bitch, knocking him straight out."
I look away from Chris, lowering my side, shaking it like I completely disagree with what he's saying. "Can you promise me something, Chris?" I turn my head back towards him and see him nod his head a little bit. "Promise me you'll leave John alone. You can still feud. with him and face him at Summerslam, but don't cheap shot him anymore."
A smirk slowly makes its way across Chris' face as he nods. "Come here, Gabbs." I slowly walk over to the couch and sit next to Chris on the couch as he wraps his arms around my shoulders. "I promise I won't cheap shot that little —"
"Stop there. Promise me on our relationship that you won't cheap shot him." Say buh-bye to the past 2 years of my life, cuz this relationship will be done in a matter of days. Chris can't even keep a promise if that man's life depended on it.
"Fine."
I lick my lips and take a deep breath before continuing. "So now you know, if you break this promise, I'm gone, and this time for good."
"Okay."
I can tell by his tone that the truth is he could truly care less about our relationship or me. All he cares about is winning back the WWE Championship.
A/N: Slow for the first chapter, but it'll get better. I have a lot of this story already planned out. I only started writing it a few days ago, cu I got the idea off of RAW a couple weeks ago. Please, please, please R&R.
--Lysi