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I woke up the next morning to the sound of my phone vibrating like you wouldn't believe.

After the night I'd had, all I wanted to do was sleep in. But, the noise buzzing from my phone was causing the whole nightstand in the hotel room to vibrate, which made an awfully loud and annoying sound as a result. I groaned and reached out my hand, blindly looking for the device.

Expecting a phone call from one of the other divas, or even one of the producers for the show, I was caught off guard when every single notification was coming from my Twitter account.

My eyes were wide. It's not that I never get tweets from my fans or friends, but I'd never received that many notifications from the Twitter app in my whole life. And, they were all coming in at rapid speeds.

Unlocking my phone, I entered my account and searched through all of my tweets.

'I can't believe that you're dating Dean Ambrose! ROCK ON!'

'Randy AND Dean? Slow your roll.'

'Poor Cheyenne. She can't make up her mind. I know! How about I have Randy, she can have Dean.'

'She's too busy enjoying herself to realize what she's doing. LEADING THEM ON!'

Suddenly, the feeling of rocks tumbling down my stomach hit me hard. What were all of these people talking about? I wasn't dating Jon, nor was I dating Randy. Where was this all coming from.

The only person; and I mean the only person who knew about my situation with both Jon and Randy was Jon. And, he didn't even know about everything that had happened between Randy and I. He only knew that I'd gone to have dinner with him, despite his pleas, and that was it.

I read through the tweets again before throwing my phone across the room, watching it bounce onto the couch. I threw my hands to my head and sighed. This was most definitely going to be an extremely long day.


We hadn't planned it, but out of the blue, the entire Total Divas cast ended up at the same place for lunch.

"Hey ladies," Ariane greeted as she hauled her large tote to her seat. "How is everybody doing this morning?"

"Great!" Everybody answered in unison. Everybody, except for me.

But, thinking that nobody caught onto my silence, I wasn't expecting Natalya to drag me into the conversation.

"Why are you so quiet this morning?" She asked, gently nudging against my shoulder. "You're never this quiet."

I shrugged and twirled my fork around on my plate. "It's nothing."

"Nothing?" Nattie laughed and looked around the table before returning her gaze to me. "Please, Cheyenne." Leaning over towards me, she got close to my ear. "I read all the things that those people were saying to you this morning."

"So, you already know. No need to ask me," I returned.

"Cheyenne, we all saw what people were saying to you this morning," Nikki Bella spoke up from the other side of the table.

"Great. I'm sitting here, trying to forget everything that happened, and all that the girls want to talk about is everything that happened." I shook my head. "There is literally no escape."

I placed my fork down. "No offense to any of you, but it's really none of your business."

"You're our friend," Ariane admitted. "We don't want to see you go through this alone."

"I'm not alone," I lied.

"And, who is helping you?"

"I don't need anyone to help me. I'm too busy working on my wrestling to care about what people on social media have to say about my personal life." I sighed. "They don't have a clue as to what is going on."

Ariane shook her head. "Don't pretend that you don't want our help. We can do a lot for you."

"Yeah," Brie finally spoke up. "I know that we haven't been too close lately, but I'm here for you. You can come to me with anything."

Part of me knew that they were all just trying to make themselves look better for the cameras, so I stood my ground. "I'm fine, really," I lied. "I can handle this all on my own." Despite the eye rolling and dirty looks that they were giving me, I didn't budge. "Everything is going to work itself out."


I made it back to my hotel room in one piece after dodging a million fans and cameras that waited for me outside the building. I never realized how many people actually cared about my personal life until I started doing this show.

As I entered the building, finally, I might add, I turned back to see if Stephen and Stewart made it too. Sure, I basically hated their guts, but I couldn't be held responsible for them if something bad were to happen to them.

"You guys okay?" I asked as we stepped into the elevator.

"Better than you," Stewart slyly stated. I shook my head.

"You have a Twitter?"

"Who doesn't?"

Valid point. I always thought that it would be better off not having one, but then all of the other girls dragged me into it. Now, it's basically some sort of addiction.

"It's true, isn't it?"

I looked over my shoulder at Stephen, who innocently was standing in the corner of the elevator. "You tell me. It seems that everybody's already got it figured out."

Once we made it to the floor I was staying on, I hurried over to my room and allowed for the brothers to follow me inside. I knew that they were going to do everything that they could to get some more good scenes, no matter how far fetched they became from reality.

The two boys were watching something on TV, which I was blatantly ignoring as I made myself some pasta for dinner. The timer had about three minutes left on it when there was a knock at the door. I watched as Stewart stood up, and thinking that he was going to answer it, I was shocked when he cleared his throat behind me. Turning back, I saw that he had only moved to pick up his camera.

"Work never stops, huh?"

He shook his head and I rolled my eyes. I walked over to the front door and wiped my hands on my sweatpants as if I were cleaning them. Normally, I would look out the peephole, but for some reason I didn't. Perhaps I wanted to be surprised, I'm not really sure. All I know is that the minute I opened the door, my heart leaped into my throat and I felt like I'd been kicked directly in the gut.

"Jake?" I asked, and it was followed by silence. He didn't answer me, only sat there. The only sound that either of us heard was the sound of the buzzer in the kitchen going off behind us.