CHAPTER 7

"Don't touch me!" Maria snapped, jerking her chin away, tears stinging her eyes. She was scared to death of Will, always had been, but at the same time; she loved her. And what had Will done? Will had shattered her heart.

"You need to leave, Will." Melina ordered gravely.

"What's going on?" Mickie asked as she walked in, taking in the scene before her. "Maria, our match is second on the card tonight."

Maria just nodded, not looking away from Will.

Will was ignoring everyone but Maria, staring intently down at the fiery woman. Damn she was gorgeous. But she was terrified, not good. Maria was going to turn her into a woman beater. Raking a hand through her loose hair, Will just whirled around and stormed out; afraid she might actually hurt someone at the moment.

And most likely that someone would be Maria.

Maria let out the breath she had been holding as soon as the door closed behind her ex-girlfriend.

"Are you okay, sweetie?" Melina asked hesitantly, walking over to gently wrap an arm around Maria's shoulders.

"No, I miss her. But how can I be with someone who doesn't love me back?"

Melina didn't know how to answer that.

"Maybe because it was only a few months and some people don't fall in love just like that?" Beth said from behind a changing screen, having overheard the entire thing. To be honest, Will gave her the 'willies' too. It was her voice. It was almost low enough to be a man's but at the same time, completely feminine.

At the same time, Beth also got where Will was coming from. At least she wasn't going to lie to Maria just to make Maria feel better. It was a screwed up deal and she could only be glad she wasn't in Maria's place, or Will's. "Just forget about her, Maria."

"She's right." Maria whispered, untangling herself from Melina to go back to finish her shower; needing a moment alone. She just stood under the sprays, wanting the water to wash away everything that was wrong in her life.

***

"Not in the mood." Will grunted when someone stepped in front of her. She had retreated outside the building to smoke a cigarette, sitting on the ground with her back to the bricks. "Seriously, I am not in the fucking mood."

Mark was in a great mood. The night with Will on top of the news Shane had given him about Linds sexual harassment suit. She didn't have anything to back it up and had been told point blank she was lucky Mark hadn't filed one against her.

She'd dropped it.

Too bad it looked like Will wasn't having such a good night.

"You look like you could use a pick-me-up." He commented, smiling when her head shot up. "Maria again?"

Will sneered.

Sighing, he carefully sat down beside her. "You know, I think you should forget about her and either just enjoy being single or find someone else."

Will snorted, shooting him a dark look, wondering who he had in mind when he said 'someone' else.

"Why'd you tell me to call you Mina?"

"Because when I'm with a man, I prefer Mina. I AM a woman after all." She said after a moment, sounding amused in spite of herself and flicked away the cigarette. "And I really don't think my relationships are- wait a minute, how the hell did you know?"

It was Mark's turn to look amused.

"Damn divas don't keep their mouths shut, do they?"

He shook his head no.

"What're you doing out here?"

"I actually came out here to get some fresh air, seeing you is just a perk." He shrugged, turning his head to study her. "I like Mina, it's…"

"A beautiful name?"

"Sarcastic bitch."

She smiled.

"Gossip is like a river here, Mina, always flowing.

Shaking her head, she got to her feet; one of the floodlights highlighting the scar that ran through her eyebrow. "Goodnight Mark." Male version of herself, she kept reminding herself as she went back inside.

***

"So what's going on with you and Will?"

"Mina… and nothing. I want her, but she doesn't want me. Even though we'd be killer together."

"Killer?" Glenn echoed.

"We're the same, Glenn. We can handle what the other dishes in all areas. The shit I did to her the other night, I couldn't do that with just any woman you know."

Now Glenn was groaning, closing his eyes at Mark's smug grin. "Man, I did NOT need to hear that."

"No, I suppose you didn't." Mark snickered.

***

"When it's late at night
And you're fast asleep
I let my fingers do the walking.
I press record
I become a fiend
And no one else is watching
I let my fingers do the walking."

Lola grinned, listening as Will sang and shared a look with the 'back on the straight and narrow' Blake. They were rehearsing for a cover album they were supposed to be doing. Then she frowned when Will stopped. "What's wrong?"

"I don't want to fucking sing other people's songs." Will picked up her cigarette, took a long drag and glanced at the clock. "I got to go to work."

"This IS work."

"No, this is me singing a song by Pink."

"Hey, at least we're together again!" Blake reasoned, sighing when Will just shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom. "What's up her ass lately?"

"I don't have the slightest clue." Lola replied, having started traveling with Will since she refused to leave her job with the WWE.

"That sucks."

"I know, but it's what she wants."

"She should be glad that we're together, we have some gigs and stop worrying about her own damn songs."

Lola smacked Blake upside his head. "You haven't changed one damn bit."

Will emerged from the bathroom twenty minutes later in her usual black leather pants and a white beater, her hair hanging wet about her face with make-up on and her neon blue contacts in. "We'll do the cover album but after that, I'm done. If we're not doing our own shit, then what the hell is the-" She groaned when someone knocked on the hotel room door. "Blake, I swear to god, if you invited people over I will FUCK you up."

"I didn't!"

Giving him a skeptical look, she opened the door and blinked.

Mark was standing there, looking fairly edible in a long sleeved green thermal shirt and blue jeans.

Did he HAVE to look so damn good?

"Glenn asked me to take you to work." He said by way of greeting.

"Why?"

"Cause he had to go in early."

She knew there was a reason she didn't usually ride with other people.

"You ready?"

"Damn, he is GORGEOUS!"

Shaking her head, Will let Mark into the room. "In a second. The moron with the horrible fuzz is Blake and the slut is Lola."

Mark nodded at them, remembering the pair from the first time he had met Will. He smirked when Blake just cleared his throat.

"You weren't calling me a slut last night." Lola pouted, her eyes still on Mark.

"Honey, last night you were my bitch."

Blake started laughing when Lola just shrugged. "Man, I wish I could-"

"You will NEVER get down my pants." Lola said firmly.

Mark chuckled, his eyes moving back to Will. He loved how she came off as a badass but he knew better, she had another side that she liked to hide. "Take your time, Mina."

"Mina?"

"Wow, she must really like him."

"Just let me put on some shoes." Will said, wondering if she was going to have to hurt Lola and shot her sometimes lover a dirty look. "Watch it or I'll find a better use for your mouth." She threatened.

Lola gave Mark a considering look. "Can we have company when you do?"

Snorting, Will zipped her heeled boots before standing and grabbed her leather knapsack. "Let's get out of here, Mark."

"What about the song?" Blake demanded, still mildly irritated with the fact that she was putting this shit with the wrestling before the band.

"Anything BUT Pink."

Mark gently cupped Will's chin and studied her eyes before letting go. "You look better without them contacts." He said finally, remembering how dark with passion her eyes could get. These damn contacts hid what she was thinking.

Lola nodded her agreement.

"Just an observation, darlin'."

"God Will, where can I find one of those?" Lola sighed dreamily.

"Try Target you slut, let's get outta here Mark."

Trying not to laugh, Mark followed her out of the room, turning to catch Lola ogling his ass and winked at her.

"So you like Lola?" Will asked as they walked side by side down the hall, smirking. "That mouth of hers gets her in a lot of trouble." Then again… She cleared her throat.

Both their heads turned when a leggy blond walked by, followed by them exchanging amused looks.

"So what's the deal with Glenn again?"

"Some meeting with Shane and Steph about an upcoming feud." He shrugged, opening the door for her and followed her out into the cool night air. "I hope you don't mind but we're taking my Harley tonight."

"Awesome." She was quiet until they were actually in front of the motorcycle and stared at it. "That thing is ugly as hell." She commented flatly, ignoring his growl. Will almost shrieked when Mark spun her around, staring up at him and then smirked. "Did I touch a sore spot?"

"That's my bike woman, watch it." He rumbled darkly, bending down to press his forehead to hers. He was dying to kiss her but knew better.

Will just smiled as if reading his mind.