So I decided to continue this. I really think you guys will like the story. I'm gonna make the chapters short because I can't write a long one for the life of me. Also, the chapters will be named after lyrics of the song "Stripped" by Shiny Toy Guns. Check out the song. It really is so strong and different. I love it...

Enjoy guys!!

--Three Months Later--

I was walking backstage with Jeff's slammy. I was back on RAW and I wanted off. Now. I didn't want to see him. But, as fate has it there he was. Beautiful smile, soft blond hair, silky smooth skin. It reminded me of vanilla. So creamy looking. I turned away. I told myself I didn't love him anymore, that he used me, hurt me. But, I couldn't deny it. I loved him still; even after all he has done to me.

He sees me, and his eyes turn into a dark storm, not the usual blue ocean eyes I see. We hadn't talk to each other since that night. We hadn't touched each other since that night. I cried every night since then.

Here he comes walking over towards me. God, I needed him. I just… can't fight those stupid feelings that he makes me feel even when he isn't around. I remember when we did our first tag team match. He hugged me backstage for letting him be my partner. After that I couldn't let go of him. He was my new everything.

Then he dated Jeff for a while. I was so upset by it. What a cute couple! Aww Cena and Hardy are so sweet together. Too bad Matt doesn't have anyone… It was always the same case with me. Always compared to Jeff. It's not my fault my love life is one fucked up piece of shit. Blame Adam for that. Everyone thinks me and Amy were a couple but, no Adam and me were. Three amazing years of feeling so - I don't know - wanted. Then he broke up with me. Yeah, I cried but, after I found out he broke up with me to be with Amy, hell broke loose. Everyone says I overreacted. Maybe I did but, I was young and in love. When Cena and Jeff broke up because the relationship didn't go anywhere I was hopeful again. Years later I was left in a bed that smelled like John and me; crying my eyes out.

"Hey Matt." John said. I turned and began to walk away.

"Matt look I'm sorry but, what happened was three months ago. I wanna talk to you again. That one night can't change everything."

"But, it did!" I yelled. "I loved you John! God, I was IN love with you! You left me. Friends don't do that to friends! I don't want a-a fuckbuddie I want a boyfriend! I wanna smile in the morning when I wake up. Feeling like even when everything else holds me down that one person can make me smile! I thought that was you! You know I was wrong but, God knows I wanted to be right to be with the man everyone says is a manwhore. I was your friend and I defended you! How do you repay me? By sleeping with me!?!"

I'm walking away now. I can't stand his face any more. It's his fault. He spread it around that we sleep together.

Slut.

Whore.

Hoe.

Just some words a few described me as. I want to take it all away. Just end it. But, suicide is for losers. I'm not gonna end my life over this man.

"Matt wait!" He yells. I turned around with tears wet in my eyes. I shake my head.

"Fuck you John." Is all I can mumble out of my mouth? I guess so because I'm not saying anything else.

Until he gives me what I want I'll run. I'll be running for while. For a while…