Hello Fanfiction world! This is my first story I have ever posted on here, although I am a long time reader and supporter of fics. I really adore most of the pairings you will see in this story, so I am very excited to write this. Even though most of the story was revealed in the Summary, The start of this chapter didn't reveal too much on the characters and such until towards the end of this chapter. I really hope you enjoy this, because I did work quite hard on 'perfecting' this chapter while my account was verifying. Reviews would be much appreciated, but I will not jump down your throat practically forcing you to review. Thanks for taking the time to read my story and I hope you like it. I'll see you at the bottom. ;)

HOPELESSLY DEVOTED;

I was beginning to feel empty. Without him my life didn't seem worth anything; I didn't seem to be worth anything. I looked past his flaws and yet still, he and fate had let me down. I was a good girlfriend, was I not? It's not like I was clingy, I allowed him space whenever it was needed. Whenever he needed a shoulder to cry on, I was always there. I devoted almost everything important in my life for him and what did I get in return? Betrayal, that's what I got. He made things quite apparent the last time we spoke. I don't know why it came as such as surprise to me; I had suspected it for weeks now. Originally I tried to tell myself I was just being paranoid, but not matter how optimistic I tried to be he would always prove my suspicions correct. No matter how much I begged I was wrong.

x x x x

"Maybe we should go out later after the taping? I mean we haven't spent some quality time together in ages. I feel like we're drifting apart." I explain to the blond in a hushed tone as I pursed my bottom lip out in a pleading pout. I seated myself down next to the superstar – who I referred to as my boyfriend and stared at him, not saying anything more. He didn't turn to me nor did he even budge when I brushed the tip of my forefinger over his toned biceps. I looked to the ground momentarily before sighing. "Listen, people are coming up to me and are asking me if we are still dating." I explain in a louder tone, yet my tone still soft. I was beginning to get sick of this, he was ignoring me. He was not supposed to ignore his girlfriend. It was an unwritten rule, and usually the male would pay. My eyes shifted to the side as I began to process my thoughts. I heard him sigh, his head still bowed low. He was scheduled to lose his match tonight against Kane, which he wasn't at all content with. I shook my head in disappointment before I gathered the courage to finally set him straight. I cupped my hand over his lower jaw and jerked his head in my direction, making damn sure he would listen to me. "Stop fucking ignoring me! I swear to god, I don't know how many times I have to repeat myself around you. You continue to say that the," I paused to add air quotations around the following word with my free hand "'stress' is getting to you. Do you know what kind of stress I am under? I am the Divas champion and not only do I have to worry about bitches driving a knife through my back to get a push for my championship, but I have to worry about people questioning our relationship status. Not to mention, a boyfriend that's been out of it for the past 2 months!" I exclaim in a heat of pure anger, my intention to mentally force those words into his memory. He was taken aback my tone and the emotion that was behind those words; if he only knew. I released his jaw from my hold and shifted my vision to the ground hoping something positive would come from the wrestling veteran.

"I'm sorry babe, I really am." He says to me, his tone soft and sympathetic. I knew what was coming. He placed his curled forefinger under my chin and cocked it in his direction. My eyes reverted slowly into his direction, though I wouldn't dare to look straight into his breathtaking hues. "But Vince has me and a few of the guys working with some of the new rookies." He explains to me with a small frown. I refuse to go down without a fight. If I gave up when the going got tough, I wouldn't be the independent woman I am today, now would I? I was use to standing my ground around anyone who questioned me, but around him? I always felt defenseless. He had this effect on me that I couldn't explain or uphold. I guess it was this little thing called love. People make it out to be perfect; the skipping through a field of daisies clutching onto each other's hands, laughing and rubbing it in single people's faces kind of perfect. When in reality, it was your worst nightmare.

"Of course he does." I manage to mutter as politely as possible, although I'm sure he picked up on the bitterness that wasn't deliberately added. He stood up and parted his lips to say something, but I wouldn't have it. He had shot me down too many times and now it was my turn. "No, I don't want to hear it, really." I say with a sigh as I hold out my open palm in front of me and stand up. I run my hands over my slightly crinkled clothing before glancing back up at the man who apparently loved and cared about me. "Save me your excuses, if you don't want to be with me, then just say it. Please, put me out of my damn misery!" I raise my voice and then instantly realized how over worked I was getting. I lowered my head and folded my arms over my chest.

He didn't say a word. He just looked to the ground and didn't even open his mouth. Was he serious? He didn't want to be with me. "Michelle… I'm really sor-"Before he could apologize I instantly interrupted him. We had been together for 2 years and he just wanted to end it like this? Who the hell did he think he was? I know I had asked him straight out and he answered – in his own way; but seriously, I have given him the best two fucking years of my life and he repays me like this? Then maybe I really am better without him.

"You are a fucking jerk! I can't believe you. Two years and you are going to give up on our relationship, just like that?" I question him with a click of my fingers and a cock of my eyebrow. I let out a mocking chuckle before shaking my head lightly. "Let me guess, all those times you were blowing me off you were fucking some chick, weren't you?" I ask again in a sarcastic tone. I swear to god if he really was cheating on me, I would quite easily rip his head off. I looked up at him to see his head hanging low and his thumb rubbing lightly over the flesh on the top of his hand, something he always did when he was guilty. My eyes widened and the reality of the situation began to sink in, hitting me like a bus coming at a 100 miles per hour. My jaw was now hanging open in utter shock. He was cheating on me! That bastard was actually cheating on me. ME! – Michelle fucking McCool. Oh the nerve of him. I managed to slowly close my mouth. I was looking to the ground, trying to gather the courage to stand up to him; but I knew I couldn't do that. I had to be as mature as I could possibly be. I had to be the bigger person, no matter how I didn't want to be. I took a big gulp of air and took a couple of deep breaths. I turn to him, trying to remain as calm as humanly possible. "I honestly can't believe you would do this to me." I say to him in a whisper as I step closer to him, trying to hold back the tears that I know were about to stream out at any moment. I was looking to the ground, praying he wouldn't notice me breaking down. I ran my moist tongue over my dry bottom lip and slowly pull my head up. I take another deep breath in, knowing that at this moment I was a ticking time bomb. "Just be honest with me here, please, just this one time." I say to him as softly and calmly as I could. I was trying my best to block out the fact that he had been fucking whores behind my back and then coming back to our hotel room and sleeping with me. People like him made me sick, but I had to fight the urge to slap him across the face. He looked up at me, raising his head up for the first time in about 10 minutes. He eventually nodded; despite the lies that had just been revealed, this one time, I actually believe he was going to tell me the truth. "Were you sleeping with one of the Smackdown divas?"

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I wiped the tears that began streaming down my face once again for what seemed to be the thousandth time that day. I was trying to be strong, but at this moment, that seemed to be impossible. I had lost a lover, a shoulder to cry on, a person to laugh with whenever I felt like crying, the one person who makes life worth living and most importantly, I had lost my best friend. I wanted to kill him, I really did. I had been betrayed by so many people growing up and even as recent as a few years ago. I told him everything, he knew I had been betrayed before, he knew I had trouble trusting people and letting them in and yet, he was still able to bring me back to those painful times. Luckily Smackdown had finished taping about 10 minutes ago and I was just dressed in a pair of sweat pants, black ugg boots, two pairs of tops and a thick hoodie. Since we were in Denver and it was getting close to Christmas, everyone was dressed for a snowy night. I had my bags placed right next to my frame while I was seated on top of a large case, cross legged and waiting for Maria to meet me here so we could head back to the hotel. I planned on telling Maria everything once I got back to the hotel, but all she knows is that there is major drama and we need to leave as soon as possible. I was seated there tweeting one of my other best friends, who happened to be RAW diva Maryse. I was direct messaging her everything that had just gone down. I missed her. I loved Maria and she was my closest best friend, but sometimes she could be a bit too bubbly and naïve. Maryse and I were like two peas in a pod. We understood each other. After 'tweeting' my goodbyes to Maryse, I placed my blackberry into my handbag and waited as patiently as I could for a certain red-headed diva to show up. I began fiddling with my nails when I heard a very cheering Maria greet me.

"Hey Chelle! Sweetie, is everything okay?" Maria greeted in her usual, gleeful tone. Her tone however made a quick change to a worried whisper when she questioned me about what was happening. I nodded and gave her a look as if to explain to her that she would be told everything later. Maria nodded her head and gave me a quick hug before I gathered my luggage. I didn't bother to look up at all until Maria informed me that there would be a third person added to our trip back to the hotel. "Oh and Michelle, Alicia is going to catch a ride with us back to the hotel. That's okay, right?" Maria queried with a wide smile on her face, unaware that I was certainly not okay with it. My head immediately snapped over to the figure standing with Maria. I sent an ice cold glare her way, which caused the previously perky smile that was on her face to instantly fade away. I could kill that woman. Actually, I may consider it. Everything I was feeling right now was her fault and I just couldn't forget that, not even for 10 minutes while we drive back to the hotel. I held my gaze on the newbie and practically burnt a hole right through her with my eyes. "Chelle?" Maria asked as she tapped me on the shoulder, causing me to glance over to the Illinois native, my glare not-so cold anymore. "That's okay though, right? I mean I know you two don't know each other that well, but Alicia really needs a ride home." Maria explained to me with a twinkle in her eyes.

"Why doesn't she go ride my ex-boyfriend all the way back to the hotel?" I muttered bitterly as I gazed to the ground, causing Maria to raise her brow. I doubt she heard what I said, but I am sure she picked up on the bitterness of my tone. I quickly looked up at her, glancing between her and that bitch. I closed my eyes and mentally cursed myself for saying the next three words that were about to leave my mouth.

"Sure; Why not?"

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The tension in the car was indescribable. I hated her; I hated her more than I hated him. And having to keep my mouth shut for 10 minutes was just the icing on the cake. Maria was driving the car, a great big smile on her face – nothing out of the ordinary. Although Alicia must've picked up on my attitude and remained quiet in the back. I mentally refused to sit anywhere near that whore. Maria was listening to some oldies channel. Maria was a big music freak and loved music of all genres. Maria was singing along to ABBA at the top of her lungs; it wasn't that bad, because Maria had a great voice, it's just the fact that I wasn't the biggest fan of ABBA. I sighed and placed my elbow against the window and gazed out, admiring the beautiful scenery. I could see why Eve was so excited to come back to her home town. I glanced down at the bracelet that he had brought me last Christmas. I rotated it so I could see the carving on the back.

Michelle L. McCool.

I love you.

17.06.07 – Forever.

I scoffed at the imprint. Yeah, forever alright; not unless forever was a half an hour ago. I took the bracelet off and shoved it in my hoodie pocket. I had the hood of my jacket over my head, not daring anyone to see me crying. I wiped my face when I felt someone tap me on the shoulder. I turned around and saw Maria sending me a sympathetic look. Maria and I had met during the first day of the Diva search and we had this connection ever since. We didn't even need to speak to communicate with each other, which was helpful due to the situation I was currently in. Maria shot me a worried look, raising her brow. I shook my head lightly and mouthed "I'll tell you when we get back." Maria hesitated before eventually nodding softly, almost too soft to detect.

"Hold on to the end, that's what I intend to do. I'm hopelessly devoted to you."

My head snapped in the direction of the radio. That song, it reminded so much of our relationship. I tried to fight back the tears that were slowly running down my cheeks. I quickly wiped my face and jerked my head back towards the window, silently praying that I would go temporarily deaf or that the song was almost finished. I closed my eyes, trying to block out everything around me; absolutely everything. I was trying to forget how fucked up my life had become. I didn't know how I was supposed to stay on Smackdown with him and her around. Now that he and I were officially over, they would probably start dating. How the fuck was I sup pose to put up with that? I still loved him, as stupid as it sounded, it was the truth. I can't just get over those feelings straight away, no matter how much he hurt me.

Maria wasn't stupid, she knew something was wrong. Once she noticed my reaction she immediately turned the volume down to mute. She was a good friend; especially when I knew she loved that song. Maria was quite an intelligent girl; actually she was probably one of the smartest divas to enter the WWE. Maria was just, sometimes too sweet for her own good. As well as being somewhat naïve at times. Either way, she was a great friend – to everyone.

Eventually we pulled up into the hotel car park and I was first to get out. I had already grabbed my bag and placed it on my lap when I saw the sign for the hotel. I jumped out and slammed the door shut, making no effort to hide my anger. I had to wait patiently for Maria to open the trunk. Eventually the Illinois native had opened the trunk and I was able to reach in and get my duffle. A part of me oh-so desperately wanted to shut the trunk when I saw Alicia reach in to get her belongings. I fought that urge, no matter how disappointing I left. As I began to speed off, not wanting to make any chit chat with anyone at the moment, I heard Maria call out to me. I attempted to ignore her, but her voice was urgent. My face drop and I let out a loud, frustrated sigh. I rolled my eyes to the top of my eye socket before giving in and making my way back to the two.

"Look, Maria, can we make this quick? I have no intention of staying around here any longer than absolutely necessary." I explain to the red-head with a sigh, glancing over to Alicia every now and then; in our own little way, signaling to Maria that Alicia was a great deal of that decision. Maria seemed to understand, nodding in realization. "Is that all, can I leave now?" I question impatiently.

Maria shook her head. "Fair enough. But uh, you just left your phone here." Maria says to me, closing the trunk of the hire car and handing over my blackberry. I nodded and gave Maria a weak smile as if to thank her. She knew my phone was practically my whole life. "You're welcome." Maria says to me, returning the weak smile, hers more vibrant than mine. I nod. "Come on, we can have a girls night and you can tell me what's on your mind." Maria says to me, draping her arm around my shoulder. I hesitate and Maria notices. Maria moves her lips closer to my ear, so nobody else would hear. "Just you and me." Maria pulls away and sends me this knowing look. She knew something was up with Alicia. I nod gratefully, maybe that would help. As we were about to enter the lobby of the hotel, I placed my hand in my hoodie pocket and pull out the bracelet he had brought for me. I pulled it out and stopped walking, glancing at it one more time. The two divas stopped also and looked at each other, neither of them knowing what to do next. I looked up at Alicia. This was all her fault. I dropped my duffel and handbag; clenching my left hand into a fist, my knuckles turning white from the tight hold. I looked down at the bracelet once more, before clenching my jaw. The anger inside me reached its climax, getting the better of me. I moved towards Alicia and pushed her up against the wall outside the hotel. Alicia looked at me, fear clearly in her eyes. I pulled her hand out and threw the bracelet forcefully into her hand.

"Here. I think this belongs to you more than it does to me. I hope you and Adam have a fucking good life." I spat at her, my teeth gritted. I released my hold on her, pushing her once more into the wall. Alicia winces in pain and looks down at the bracelet. I give her one more pity glance. "How does it feel to know you've fucked up my life? I don't know how the fuck you can look at yourself in the mirror every night. You disgust me." I shout at her, walking away for the woman who ruined my life. I picked up my belongings and made my way towards the doors.

I saw Maria march over to Alicia and give her a look of pure evil. "Just so you know, I am never giving you a ride home again. You can die of frostbite next week for all I care!" Maria shouted in pure anger, stomping her foot for a dramatic effect. I appreciated the attempt from Maria, but honestly, Maria was never all that intimidating. Maria walked over to me and gave me a tight hug. "Nobody messes with my best friend." Maria says with a nod, causing me to crack a small smile. For the first time in about a month, that was a genuine smile.

There we go. I hope you liked it, because I worked seriously hard on that. By the time this is posted I will have chapter two finished or at least almost finished. Although I would love to hear what you guys think of this story before I post the second chapter. I really appreciate you guys reading my first fic and I hope you enjoy it.

Marnie. xx