Chapter 3 *Locker Room*
Maryse's POV
I kept to myself. It was weird wearing a dead diva's outfit.
Girls looked at me in disgust. I looked at myself with disgust.
How can Vicky be so insensitive. Making me wear this. Doesn't she know?
I thought.
"Maryse!" Melina yelled.
Great, here comes Mrs. Split ends! I thought.
"So uh, I see your wearing Kelly's signature outfit." Melina said with attitude.
I rolled my eyes and looked at her.
"Say what you want, I had no choice." I said through my teeth.
"Well, actually you did. You had the choice to take the gun from Kelly." Melina said taking a step up to me..
I looked at her but Melina's face started getting fuzzy. Everything was blurring.
"Oh, don't cry! I would. Hate to see you… Cry." Melina said sarcastically.
My hands were shaking and she eventually lost control.
I pulled Melina's hair and slammed her into the lockers.
Melina spit up maroon blood and Maryse French TKO'd her.
Melina lied on the floor in pain. She moaned and groaned at the injuries I had caused.
I got up and looked at everyone's face.. Beth looked at her in shock.
I left the room smiling. I was in so much trouble but I didn't care.
As I walked down the hall I hear Beth laughing at my destruction.
She eventually came to her senses and got Vicky.