Heather just got to the hotel she was staying. As she headed up to her room, she spotted the vending machines. The temptation was too much. She knew she shouldn't. "You're on a diet now, you don't need that stuff." But she couldn't resist. Sighing in defeat, Heather took out some change and put it into the machine. In the candy machine, she got a large bag of M&M's. In the soda machine, she got a bottle of Coca Cola, and decided she would have her snack up in her room.

She was a little nervous at first that she would be on the same floor as Natalya, luckily she wasn't. Heather opened the door with her keycard and walked right on in. It was a nice room. The temperature was set at a nice seventy-two degrees, and it sure felt good, for it was like a hundred outside! She quickly flopped onto the bed and downed her candy and soda like it was nothing. It tasted so good, but once she was finished, she felt guilty. Miserable. Bloated. Tears sprang to her eyes. No wonder Natayla called her names. Wiping her eyes, Heather got up and headed for the bathroom where she planned on taking a shower, brushing her teeth, and going straight to bed.

Heather was a very sensitive girl and Natayla's words really got under her skin, and it was hard to keep her emotions inside when she was hurting. Words hurt just as much if not worse than physical pain. Once Heather was through showering, she put on her pajamas, and started to brush her teeth when an idea came to her mind. Sitting the toothbrush down, Heather quickly pulled her hair back, ran to the toilet, and forced herself to throw up. Yes, this was how she would get that junk out of her system. Throwing up wasn't fun, but hopefully, it would help her to lose weight. Once she was finished, she wiped her face, brushed her teeth, got a drink of water, and headed to bed.

The next morning, Heather woke up at 6:30 a.m., and decided to hit the gym. She didn't have to leave to go to the next town until around noon, anyway. She got up, put on a pair of shorts, a shirt, a pair of Sneakers, ran a brush through her hair, and headed for the gym. The hotel they were all staying at had a nice gym.

She walked inside and found a few stars working out. Not all of them, just a few. Sami Zayn, Charlotte Flair, Baron Corbin, and AJ Styles. They all waved hi to her. She waved back, and got on the treadmill. She figured she would walk on the treadmill for about thirty minutes, and then maybe lift some weights, and then do the eliptical machine. By the time she was finished with that, that would give her enough time to shower real quick to wash off the sweat, get dressed and make it to the airport.

The work out felt really good. The only downside was she didn't have any music to listen to. As Heather looked around, she saw that most of the people there had IPod's or something to listen to. Oh, well. Heather would just concentrate on her goal weight. Right now, she currently weighed 146, which wasn't bad. She was determined, however to get down to at least 125.

AJ Styles, meanwhile, was watching Heather work out. This was the first time he saw her at the gym. Normally, she liked to sleep late. Today, however, was different. He sure hoped it had nothing to do with the mean things Natalya said. If Heather wanted to exercise, that was fine, but she shouldn't do it just because someone made her feel bad. Heather really wasn't bad looking. Drop dead gorgeous? No. But certainly not unattractive. She was cute. Heck, half the locker room thought she was cute. There was absolutely nothing wrong with Heather. She was just fine the way she was.

"Why are you staring at Heather," came the voice of Charlotte.

"What? I'm not."

"Yes, you are. You're practically drooling."

"Shut it."

"Wow, testy."

AJ just shook his head.

"I just hope she's not working out because of that bitch, Nattie."

"Nattie? Did she say something to Heather again?"

"Yeah, I overheard her last night when she was getting makeup done. She kept calling her fatso. When I saw Heather in the cafeteria, she was eating nothing but a salad and a diet Coke. Normally, she eats more than that."

Charlotte shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe she had a big lunch and was full. Doesn't mean Nattie had anything to do with it. Not that I'm condoning it. I can't stand the way she treats Heather, either, but Heather's a big girl. She can take care of herself."

"I know, I just really hate people who think they're all that and put down others."

"I know, AJ, but I'm sure Heather's fine."

"I hope you're right."

When Heather was done with the treadmill, she went over to lift some weights. It was a bit of a struggle at first, but she finally got the hang of it. Once that was finished, and she did the eliptical, she saw that she had been there over two hours! Heather was drenched in sweat, and it felt good! She hit the showers, and then got dressed, and headed to the airport.