A/N: I deleted Bruised Perfection because I didn't like it, sorry. I hope this story will be a lot better and stuff.
Disclaimer: I only own the OC's like Jocelyn and whoever else that pops up. Everyone else belongs to themselves and WWE.
Rating: M, for later chapters.
I hope you all like this one if not ah well I tried right?
Wishful, Sinful.
Chapter One.
Stretching her long legs, Jocelyn crawled out of bed. This was the day, the day she would pack her bags and follow her step dad around while he works. This was definitely something she wasn't looking forward to. Tying her dyed violet hair in to a loose bun, she walked out of her room to be greeted by her stepfather.
"Morning Sweets, have a good sleep?" Paul asked.
"Heh, it would be better if I didn't wake up." Jocelyn grunted in reply.
Paul rolled his eyes; he knew he should've expected that sort of answer from her. Walking downstairs to the kitchen, Paul sighed. Jocelyn had gotten worse since his wife Tammy died; he couldn't leave his daughter alone at all. Always making sure she was all right and not doing any harm to herself. He had seen the numerous scars on her arms, there was more but she covered up, she hated showing her body.
"Dad?" Jocelyn waved a hand in front of his face she could just reach by standing on her toes.
"Yeah?"
"You're in the way of the fridge."
Paul smiled and stepped aside for her. He watched as she pulled out the juice and two apples, her appetite was nothing compared to his. She was tiny, almost anorexic for her 6' tall height. All skin and bones she was, it killed Paul to see her like this. Jocelyn used to be a happy-go-lucky kid, and then Tammy was diagnosed with cancer and died a few months after Jocelyn's 19th birthday leaving Jocelyn alone, depressed and suicidal. Paul had tried everything to help her, but to no luck nothing had happened . . .
"Jocelyn, move your butt, we gotta go!" Paul yelled up the stairs, his bags were already in the truck all he needed was Jocelyn then he could go.
Jocelyn stumbled out of her room, carrying her bag in one hand and her Discman and CD's in the other. She staggered downstairs and headed past Paul. Climbing into the navy blue truck, she untied the earphones and hooked them in her ears. It was going to be a long drive and she planned to ignore her dad the whole way to Smackdown! Pressing the Play button Mudvayne blasted out from the earphones and she sang along softly as Paul got into the truck and started the engine.
Paul looked over at the sleeping girl beside him. Her violet bangs swept across her face, she was an angel, pity she was a fallen one. Leaning over, he prodded her side gently, waking her up.
Jocelyn groaned and moved closer to the car door, away from the continuous annoying poking.
"Wake up, Sweets, we're here." He said softly.
"Ooh, I'm comfy…" Came her sleepy response.
The door clicked shut and Jocelyn lifted her head to see she was alone in the truck. Looking out of the windscreen she could see the 7' giant walking over to her side. He opened her door and reached over, unbuckling the seat belt.
"I need to show you around backstage and stuff before my match. And right now 'Lyn, you aren't helping."
Jocelyn sighed and got out of the truck; grabbing her gear she followed Paul into the arena.
"Now, everyone here is usually nice, you'll know if they aren't in a good mood. Just stay out of trouble for me, please?" Paul begged, eyeing Jocelyn from the corner of his eye.
"Yeah, yeah."
They were in the Men's locker room, much to the embarrassment of Jocelyn who had to keep on hiding when a half naked wrestler walked out of the showers.
"Hey Paul, who's the girl?" Rob Van Dam asked, placing his duffle bag on the bench.
"My daughter Jocelyn."
"Stepdaughter." She cut in quickly.
Rob nodded. "Uh huh, nice to meet ya Jocelyn, I'm Rob."
Jocelyn grunted she was too busy watching Shannon Moore slipping on his shirt.
"Oh Jesus, Jocelyn focus will you. He has a girlfriend, now quit perving on him." Paul murmured.
"I wasn't perving! I was, uh looking at his tattoo." Jocelyn turned away, red creeping up her cheeks.
Paul and Rob laughed and she glared dangerously at them, standing up she headed towards the door.
"Where are you going?" Asked Paul.
"I'm going away from you." She snapped, opening the door aggressively and walking off.
"Wow, she has a violent temper." Rob murmured.
"That's not even half of it." Paul replied sadly.
Mark Callaway growled out and aimed a swing for the white plaster wall. Sara his now ex-wife was at him again, the divorce papers had finalised only a three weeks ago, could she get it through her head to leave him alone? No, she couldn't or wouldn't, she enjoyed making his life a living hell. Mark was frustrated, frustrated and pissed off at Sara, at work and whoever else that might just step in the Deadman's way.
He leaned against the cool wall, rubbing a hand through his short auburn hair. He needed another break, a nice long break where he could play the Hermit at his house. Mark looked up just in time to see a tall purple haired woman breeze pass him, a look of annoyance on her pale face.
Mark shrugged, probably another clueless Diva new to the Smackdown! Roster. He picked up his duffel bag and walked to the locker rooms, he needed to freshen up then get himself a quick bite to eat.
Jocelyn sat in the cafeteria, resting on her elbows reading a book. She was still angry with Paul for embarrassing her; even though it was something small it still irritated her that he would practically yell out to the locker room saying she was perving on one of the cutest guys of wrestling today. He wasn't the quietest person on planet.
"Jocelyn! I've been looking for you everywhere, your dad is going nuts." Rob said, jogging over to her table.
"Not my problem." She murmured, still reading.
"You really don't care do you?" He asked, pulling out a chair and sitting down.
"Nope, if 'dad' wants to come find me he'll have to do it himself instead of getting someone else to do it for him. And now, if you'll excuse me..." Jocelyn got up and snatched up her book. She smiled sarcastically at Rob and walked away leaving Mr Thursday Night wondering what the hell just happened.
Jocelyn kept her head bent as she walked out of the cafeteria, walking a few more dozen steps she ran into something hard. Tottering backwards, she looked up to meet her obstacle.
Mark crossed his arms over his broad chest, staring down at the purple haired woman he saw earlier.
"Do you mind?" He asked somewhat coldly.
"No, I baby-sit, it pays better." Jocelyn replied, matching him by crossing her own arms.
Mark tensed in his jaw line, trying his hardest not to smile. This woman had attitude and wasn't afraid to show it either. They stood, eye to eye, or eye to chest in Jocelyn's case. Mark eyed her up and down, her hazel eyes hard and uncaring, her body small and rigid, long nice legs and lengthy purple hair.
She shivered under his green gaze, not liking how he would tense and stand over her. He was at least Paul's height, perhaps shorter, auburn shoulder length hair, muscly and tattooed. Definitely not someone you would like to meet in an alleyway.
"Since we aren't getting anywhere, I'm Mark and you are?" He spoke, his Texan drawl making her ever so slightly melt.
"Jocelyn."
A/N: I know I left it at a cliff hanger, but I will post more if you will be kind and send me reviews, no flames please.
So, perhaps I'll see you in chapter two. Tell me what you think! Thankyou.