Forever And Always
Chapter Seven: Simply Desire.

A/N: Thank you for those who reviewed last chapter (: Sorry this took so long!
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"Congratulations Katie," I entered the ring, as she took in several deep breaths, "I'll see you in the ring at the Great American Bash."

A pompous smirk graced her lips, as she rudely took the microphone away from my hands. With clear confidence, she grew closer to me. Her height was enough to intimidate someone, but not me.

"I'm going to take that belt off your shoulder," Her accent added much more emphasis to her words, "Hayden, you will no longer be the most dominant diva on the brand..."

"Of course not," I cut her off, as the crew member handed me another microphone, "I'm the most dominant diva in the company."

"Oh, Hayden. I forgot how much your last name means in the company...after all, isn't your father--"

"He has nothing to do with this," I answered angrily, "This is between you and I, okay? To prove who the better woman is..who the real champion is."

She backed away, ready to set the microphone down, "You're looking at her."

Her theme blasted through the arena, however, it was deeply mixed with a fair share of heel chants. I miss those. The segment ended, as the show went off for commercial. The worst part of being part of this roster was the lack of female use. Vince didn't know how much great talent he had on the roster. All he cared for were the tag matches that lasted at least two minutes. Luckily for myself, I'm the Champion. So, the attention is usually on me, and my contender. We're the top divas. Hopefully, Katie and I can knock some sense into the Chairman of the Board.

As my music roared through the arena, I strutted up the ramp, and went through the black curtain. My night was over...for work at least. The crowd would be pleased with the matches for the next hour.

Running a hand through my sable locks, a sigh escaped my lips. The sad part of ending early was the boredom created. I had nothing to do, unless I wanted to go home and sleep. The thoughts of my father just made me feel even worse. I turned the corner, and lazily entered the catering room. There were a couple backstage workers, and a few superstars.

With a heavy sigh, I went over to the food table, and poured water into a regular size plastic cup. Leaning against the wall, I shut my eyes for a brief moment. My heels clicked against the wall, as I gently hit it. Unaware of my remaining surroundings, I heard a soft chuckle enter the room. My eyes flickered open, as I glanced to the entrance of the catering room. He wore a powder blue quarter sleeve shirt, and faded jeans. The smirk on his face was a clear example that he was having a great day. Green eyes met with my own, and before I could move, he was standing right in front of me, his arms crossed against his chest.

"You seem down."

"No," I simply shrugged, "...I'm fine."

"You never were good at lying," he allowed a light chuckle to escape his lips, "now, what's wrong?"

"Since when do you care, Tyler?"

"You're right..." he said with a smirk spread across his lips, "Why should I care about you?"

Merely rolling my eyes, I pushed myself off the wall, and walked past him. Suddenly, his hand lightly touched my own, pulling me back. My eyes connected with his, and somehow I felt lost in his pool of green. Lowering his face toward my own, I could feel my heart beat faster than before. What is going on with me?

"If you don't care, why don't you leave me alone, trainer."

"Where's that humor of yours?" he questioned in a playful tone, "Tell me what's going on..."

"I don't know. . . ."

"Fine," he firmly said, however, he held my hand tighter than before,"Tell at the diner."

"Diner?"

What's he talking about?"

"I'm taking you out to eat after my match," Tyler said with a confident smirk, "You know...so we can catch up."

Seriously? Is he asking me out, or something?

"Just you and me?"

"No, I invited the President, Stephanie McMahon, oh, and you know who else, Edge's mom. She's a sweetheart." His sarcasm was clearly shown from the smile on his face.

"Funny," Rolling my eyes once more, I nodded, "Sure, that sounds like fun."

"Cool," his hand released from mine, a smirk still graced his lips, "Meet me in the parking lot, okay?"

My mind quickly absorbed his last words, and I found myself studying his departure from the catering room. There was something about Tyler Orton that I just could no longer peg. He had his own secret, and I knew in a matter of twenty five minutes, I would find it out.


Third POV.

"Achilles! Achilles!" He yelled through the phone, "Son, listen to me."

"No! You do not hit Uncle Randy, mean daddy!"

"We were playing around, it wasn't on purpose."

"Why are you jealous of him?"

"Yeah right. I'm not jealous of Uncle Randy."

"Then don't hit him with chairs!"

"Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Mommy said to say goodnight to you before I go to bed."

"I see. Well, it's late, and you have camp tomorrow, right?"

"Yay! Goodnight daddy! I love you!"

"Goodnight, Achilles, I love you, too."

In a matter of seconds, the sound of a petite woman's voice spoke through the phone. Immediately, John's lips formed a new smile because of her.

"He's very excited for tomorrow, John." she giggled slightly, "He's wishes you were here...me too."

"I know baby. Don't worry, I'll be there next week."

"You sure? The last time you said that, Vince had an emergency house show for you to work."

"I'm positive, Ash. I can't wait to see Achilles and my wife." He adjusted his sneakers, as he balanced the phone between his large shoulder and ear.

"Good. I'm excited to see Hayden, she looked fabulous last week, and tonight."

Rolling his eyes, he stood up from the couch, now taking the phone into his hand. He really wasn't in the mood to think about his daughter. As much as he loved her, the anger inside of him couldn't vanish.

"I don't know if she's actually coming with me. She's marching the beat of her own drum."

"No, she's definitely coming back to Tampa, John."

"I highly doubt it, Ash. She's just not a family person anymore."

And that was the partial truth. In his eyes, Hayden had turned into a cold-hearted, self-centered young woman who simply cared for her work, and friends. She was the complete opposite of him. Of course, he loved working, but he did try to find time too keep in touch with his family. The frustration was clearly shown when he interrupted Ashley's explanation about Hayden's possible appearance in the Tampa resident home.

"You know what, I have to go. I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Love you, baby."

"I love you too."

He shut his phone, and pressed his face against his large palms. He didn't know what to do, because somehow he felt guilty for treating her like an useless wall. Then, the thought of the last year came rushing through John's mind. No calls from her, nor any visits to his locker room during PPVs. The worst of all? She didn't join them for any family holidays. It was as if Hayden Cena disappeared from existence.

And now, he was trying to have her pay the price. Simply by giving her the cold shoulder.

Something she hated since the mere age of three.


Hayden's POV.

Curving upon my newly glossed lips was a satisfied smile. The gentle curls in my hair came out perfectly, and my outfit was cute. I didn't quite understand why I wanted to look great for Tyler. After all, it wasn't really a date. It was just two friends catching up on the recent events, and remembering the old memories. However, I couldn't help but feel excited, and a bit nervous all at once.

Shutting off the hair curler, I stepped back from the vanity mirror, and took a hold of my cellphone. Holding onto the electrical device, I took my gym bag with the other hand, and slung it over my shoulder. Exiting the locker room, I left the arena, and shoved the bag into the passenger seat side of my car. Instead of waiting outside in silence I took out my iPod, and placed in one earbud. As I skimmed through the playlist, the vibration of my cellphone went off. Entering the password, the familiar envelope sign appeared in the right-hand side of the screen. Clicking on the button, I read the message silently.

I miss you, we should hangout later. I bet it you would have blast :)

-TD.

Images of the previous clubbing scene propped into my mind. Another smile fell onto my lips, Ted DiBiase Jr. was such a sweet person, not to mention, good-looking. The thought of our kiss caused butterflies to fly around in my stomach.

Ted or Tyler?

I can't ditch Tyler, but, I don't want to reject another time to hang out with Ted.

Who do I see everyday?

Both.

Who have I know longer, and spent time with a lot over the past years? Tyler. So, it is Teddy's chance to get some time with me. At the club we had a connection, and I just wonder how it would be if we were alone.

Quickly, I texted him back.

Meet me at the hotel's dining place, and maybe we can hang out in your room?
-HC.

"Hey," Tyler's voice sliced up my dreamy thoughts of Ted, as he approached me, "Ready to go?"

"Uh...." I bit my bottom lip, twirling a piece of my curls, "I actually wanted to talk to you about that."

He simply nodded, my explanation would be simple.

"I have other plans," I said in nonchalantly, "I actually forgot about them...but just remembered. So, I think we should wait to hang out some other time, yeah?"

"Of course," he replied simply, "Have fun clubbin' with your little group of friends, and cherry martinis."

What the hell?!

"For your information, I am not going clubbing. My friend and I are actually staying in for the night."

He nodded, as he rubbed his chin, "That makes it better. Have a good fuck with your 'friend'."

"I can't believe you just said that!" Glaring at him, he didn't seem to care of my reaction to his inappropriate comments.

He shook his head, toying another smirk, "I suggest you go. Ted's waiting for you his toy."

"You're such a prick." I shook my head, and semi-turned away, "I'll be the mature one, and leave.."

Fully turning my back at him, I opened the car door, only to have Tyler's hand grip tightly on my arm turning my around once more. His green eyes stared at me with intensity, and I found myself pulling my hand up. As I went for a slap, he took a hold of my arm, pulling it down.

Angrily, I swore under my breath, "Can't you stop being a jerk for once? Let go of me, I have someone wait-"

Without a simple warning, Tyler's shut the gap between our lips with a passionate heated kiss. The sudden urge rushed through my body, and the memories of his lips against mine had finally come back after trying to block them out for so long.

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Sorry for the long delay.
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Please review:) I'd greatly appreciate it.

Oh, and I have a question- Should I continue this in first person, or continue the whole story in third person? I like both, and I'm thinking third person is easier. You tell me :)
Anyway is fine with me, I'd rather appeal to your style.

xoxo, Michelle.