I have never liked Eva Marie. Ever. The way she looked at my man just rubbed me the wrong way. Plus her terrible attitude and the way she looks at me like she's better than me. Somebody is a bit too full of themselves. So I try my best to keep myself and Joe away from him. Joe thinks that I'm just being protective of him, which is part of it, but I'm just trying to keep myself away from the temptation to ram her face into a wall and getting my ass suspended for it. How she still had a job absolutely confused me, given how many times she's screwed up. It just bothered me. I didn't keep quiet about my distaste for her either, another thing that made Joe laugh.
"Aaallleeeex." Jon sang and I snapped my attention from the wall to my best friend who was taping his wrists. "You haven't been listening."
"I know, and I'm sorry. What were you saying?"
"I ran into her when I went home last."
"Eva Marie?" I asked in confusion and he shook his head.
"That old rat I used to bang all those years ago."
"The enabler?" I asked again, because just saying "rat" was way too vague for Jon. Banging ring rats was his specialty back then.
"The enabler." He confirmed and I sighed, knowing how much he didn't want anything to do with her.
"Please tell me that you told her that you were just on a small vacation."
"I told her that I lived in L.A." He assured and I smiled as Randy Orton sat down with us. "I figured that that would've been the safest thing to say."
"Who?" Randy asked and Jon groaned loudly, dropping his head on the table.
"Jonathan Michael." I scolded, trying to keep a straight face before looking up at Randy. "He's been spotted by the whore of Christmas past." My comment got a chuckle out of Jon and Randy laughed. "How have you been, Randy? I feel like it's been forever since we've had time to chat."
"It has been quite a while, but I've been good. This whole championship stuff is fun and, even though the storyline is a bit aggravating, I'm having a good time with it."
"At least you get to defend yours. This storyline is royally screwing the US Championship." Jon mumbled and I looked at him sympathetically. It was really hard for him to adjust to defending a secondary title whenever there was space for it, when back in the Indies he was defending the big title every month until he finally lost it, but he'd be working to get it again.
"Talk to the creative team." Randy suggested and Jon sighed.
"I already did. Don't get me wrong, I love having the belt, but I don't like not defending it. I feel like a paper champ, and I don't want to be seen as that." I knew then that Jon wasn't sure where his career was going. I didn't even think that he knew where he wanted to go and that fact bothered him. He told me when he got moved up to the main roster that he planned in doing the WWE like he did every other promotion. Start small and slowly make your way up the ladder.
"I've got to go find Joe. I'll see you around, Randy." I pat the older man's shoulder and I looked at Jon, a look he understood well, and he nodded before I walked off. I didn't have a match tonight, since I was getting over a concussion courtesy of Aksana, so I was quite comfortable in my dark wash skinny jeans, black wife beater tucked into my jeans, a heavy knit cardigan that I left unbuttoned and my ugg boots that my jeans were tucked into.
Did I mention that I have a mental list of women I don't want near Joe because I'm convinced they're a succubus? If not, I do. And at the top of that list is Danielle. Eva Marie is a very close second, but I don't want Danielle anywhere near Joe if he's alone because they have a history and I don't trust her. She doesn't know how to keep her legs closed and her mouth doesn't close often, either. Joe knows that I don't like him being near her when he's alone, but he's too nice. Way too nice for his own good, in my opinion, because there he was talking to the skankasaurus by himself. So, because I don't trust myself to be anywhere near her and not say anything, I sent him a text as I walked back to catering.
'Babe I miss you.' I saw that Jon was still slightly slumpish and Randy had left, but Colby took his place. I sat down with them just as my phone vibrated.
'I miss you too baby.'
'Come hangout with me in catering?'
"Who are you texting?" Colby asked and I smiled up at him.
"Joe. He was talking to the skankasaurus, alone might I add, when he knows that I don't like that shit."
"Does he know that you know?" Jon asked and I shrugged.
"Probably not. I'm testing him right now, though."
"Don't turn around then." Colby mumbled in disbelief and, against my better judgement, I turned around to see Joe walk in with Danielle on his arm and I quickly turned around. "I said not to."
"You're very right." I mumbled, turning my phone over in my hand. My boyfriend smelled like the skankasaurus and he tried putting his arm around me, but I moved so he couldn't.
"What's wrong, babygirl?"
"You smell." I muttered, scrunching my nose in distaste.
"I just showered."
"Doesn't count when you're with Danielle right after. Did you shower together, too?" Jon and Colby were both shocked by my outburst. This wasn't how I handled things, but I was mad.
"You know I would never do that. I could never cheat on you because I love you, Gwen."
"If you loved me, you wouldn't blatantly be alone with Danielle when you know I don't like that." I said as I stood, looking down at Joe before looking over at Jon. "I'm catching a cab back to the hotel."
"Be safe, Alex." Jon warned and I nodded before walking out. I heard footsteps behind me and I knew that it was Joe. Unlucky for him, I didn't want to talk to him right now. I just wanted to stand outside, call a cab, and wait outside in freezing cold Manchester.
"Gwen, think about this."
"There's nothing to think about, Joe. All I ask is that you don't be alone with her because she's your ex. That all I ask of you, yet somehow, thats too much to ask."
"It's not-"
"Then how come you keep doing it!?" I shouted as my phone vibrated in my hand.
'Called your cab for you.' Jon obviously knew that I would end up fighting with Joe.
"Gwen, baby, please. You're making a scene."
"I'm making a scene? You can't stay away from your ex and I have no right to make a scene!? You are absolutely ridiculous!"
"Gwen, that's not what-"
"Get the hell away from me, Joe."
"Gwen-"
"Go." I pointed to the back entrance of the arena, where Jon and Colby were watching us closely. Deservedly so, Joe was their teammate and best friend, but I wasn't going to be played for a fool. He's got to get his shit together.
When I got into my hotel room I just shut down. I wasn't proud of myself for getting into my room and collapsing onto my bed in tears as soon as the door shut, but it happened. I couldn't be strong all the time, and it was just my luck that I had a camera crew in my hotel room when I broke down. I just didn't understand it, which was only worse.
My phone vibrated in my pocket and I knew it was Jon. He's the only person in England who fully understood how to go about soothing me when I was upset. So I squirmed about until I had my phone in my hand and answered it, putting it on speaker like I knew I had to for this show.
"What's in your head, Gwen?"
"I don't want to be anywhere near him for a while."
"I'll have him switch out with me. He's not going to like it, but he doesn't have a choice."
"Thank you, Jon." I sniffled and I could hear his frown.
"It's what I do, Gwen. I've been doing it since I met your stubborn ass. I just want you to know that I'm seconds away from beating the shit out of him. I hate hearing you cry, sweets."
"I hate crying, Jon."
"I'll be there in about an hour. Get into your pajamas and make sure you don't forget to wipe off whatever makeup you're wearing. It didn't look like you were wearing much, but I know how you can get."
"Thanks for reminding me. I'll see you soon, Jon."
"For sure, Gwen."
When I opened the door in my pajamas forty five minutes later, it was Joe and I looked up at him.
"Can we talk about this Gwen?" He looked desperate and I looked like a mess.
"I don't want to talk to you, Joe. Not right now."
"Joe, just get your shit. Lex, let us in." Jon requested and I stepped aside, making my way to the bed. It wasn't long before the door slammed shut and I looked up at Jon sadly. "What's wrong?"
"He didn't even say 'goodnight'." I whispered and Jon sighed as he put on his pajama pants before he sat beside me in the bed and pulled me into a hug.
"I know what you're thinking. He's not mad at you, it's just the whole situation. I understand your frustrations and you're in the right, Princess. He should just avoid the bitch, but he doesn't. That's not your fault, that's his."
"You're not just saying that because you're obligated to my family and how long you've known me compared to him?"
"You're family to me, but if you were wrong I'd tell you you were wrong. I've done it before. Fact of the matter is, you told him that you didn't want him around her if there was nobody you were friends with around. He told you then and there that you wouldn't have to worry about it, but this is the third time he's done some shit like this and the first that you're stepping up and saying know to the bullshit. He needs to learn this lesson somehow."
I only nodded and Jon kissed my head as he held me tighter. He didn't say anything else and just let me cry into his neck while he laid us down. The only light on at this point was the bathroom light and it wasn't an issue so I found myself falling asleep quickly.
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