Alright I think that this is my first WWE story on this site. I have it posted on Waattpad and on Mibba, so if you think that you've seen this before, you probably have. I do not own the WWE, or any of it's properties. I do not own any real people, places or things mentioned. All trademarks and copyrights belong to their respective owners. The following events are fictitious and even real events and people are being used in a fictitious manner. This story will contain foul language, mature themes, and mentions of mental illness as well as physical injury and chronic illness. Read at your own discretion, and do not waste you're time to lecture me on why I shouldn't say fuck so much. I think that's all. Enjoy.


"Why am I the first one here, even when I'm late?" I muttered to myself, upon entering the lobby and seeing absolutely no one there. Well, no one that I was supposed to meet. I had gotten roped into going out with the Brie, Nikki, Nikki C, Paige, Trinity, Nattie, and Eva Marie. They had declared a girl's night, and I wasn't given an option.

I didn't realy mind. While clubs weren't my thing, I could handle one night. Plus I planned on bailing, before I could get roped into playing baby the lobby there was a bar, and it was there, that I saw Joe and Jon sitting, watching whatever football game was on TV. I walked over and slid on to the stool that sat empty between them. I waited until there was a commericial, before even bothering to try and get their attention.

Once game play had ceased temporarily, and beer flowed on the screen, I spoke. "Hello boys."

Both looked down at me.

"Damn Baby girl. Lookin' good. Where are you going?" Joe asked.

I rolled my eyes. "You're such a prick," I said, smacking Joe's arm. "It's a girls' night out."

"Sounds fun," Jon said, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"It'll get them off of my case for a little while. Plus, I get to get all pretty."

"You do look nice," Jon said.

"Thanks," I said, giving him a smile.

"Give her up! She's ours!"

I spun on my stool and looked at Nikki C, who was flanked by Paige.

"Oh yeah?" Jon asked. "Who said that she belongs to you?" Jon pulled me off of my stool, on to his lap. The sudden action startled me. He then wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder. "I mean, she even wore my favorite color. Ain't that right, Darlin?"

Before I could say anything, Nikki C, cut him off. "Her favorite color is blue, you jack ass. Now hand her over."

"And if I don't?" he asked, grip tightening.

"When did I lose ownership of myself?" I asked.

Joe shrugged.

"Alright. I'm taking over." I slid out of Jon's grip, making sure to tug my shirt down, where it rode up, threatening to expose my scar.

"I know I can't compete with Joe, so spend time with your boyfriend. I'm going with my girls," I told Jon.

"Suck it!" Nikki yelled, Paige chuckling.

Eventually, the rest of us gathered in the lobby, and we were off. I can't say that I had a terrible time, but it really wasn't my thing. It was funny. We lost Nikki after a little while, but apparently that wasn't uncommon. I didn't stay long enough for Brie mode, but I wasn't too torn up over it. I left before everyone else, and made my way back to the hotel. I walked in and went up to the room that Colby and I were sharing.

I looked at the scene in front of me and froze in shock. Ii blinked twie, before shutting the door and walking to Jon's room. I knocked on the door. He opened it, standing there in a pair of basket ball shorts, hair wet, freshly showered.

"Tired of them already?" he asked. "What's with the face?"

"Colby. Nikki. Penetration. Ew." I shuddered.

"Ew!" I yelled, by passing Jon and entering the room. "There are something I could've gone my entire life without seeing that was one of them. Ew! Fucking ew! I sat down on his bed.

Jon stood there with a smirk on his face, and burst out laughing.

"It's not funny!" I yelled. "I have been scarred for life! Ugh! Why couldn't this have happened to Brandon? Why do I have to suffer?"

"How was girls' night?" he asked.

"Not worth me getting dressed. Not that it was bad, but I really don't feel a need to go again."

"Did you witness, Brie mode?"

"Not quite. Almost. I obviously left early, and completely-"

"I'm trying to distract you," he said.

"It's not working."

"You're not making it any easier."

"He has a fiancé!" In my schock and horror, Leighla had ompletely escaped my mind. "Stupid boy!"

"Are you going to say something to her?" Jon asked.

"Aren't you supposed to be distracting me?" I asked. "Hell no. I'm not getting involved. I'm yelling at him, and then I'm acting as if none of this ever happened."

"What about Nikki?"

"Same."

"There you got it all figured out. Now relax," he said.

"I can't. I wanna bleach my brain."

"You're not bleaching your brain."

"Why not?"

"Because that's stupid."

"Fuck you."

"Now is that how you want to talk to someone, who is gonna let you crash in their room, and is even willing to go get your stuff, because he doesn't give a fuck who is fucking?"

I snickered. No doubt, Jon would walk in like it was his room and like Nikki and Colby weren't boning, grab my stuff and walk out. He'd probably whistle while he was doing so too.

I reached in my bra and pulled out my key, extending my arm so that he could grab it. "Just grab the duffle."

"You got it, Darlin'."

"Hey."

I looked up from my phone at Colby. He and I were about to have a little talk, so I decided we were gonna have it at Starbucks.

"Hey," I replied.

He sat down across from me. He took a sip of his beverage, before leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright. Let me have it."

"Are you fucking stupid?" I asked. "Do you realize how fucked up this is? You are engaged! Engaged!" I snapped.

Jon and I after both of us arguing, willing to call for a cot had ended up sharing his bed. We laid there for hours bullshitting and talking about life. He told me about life in Cincinnati. I didn't tell him about the hospitals and transplants, but I did tell him about the shit I did afterwards. I told him how I had felt trapped in the Heat organization, which is why I chose to leave, even when a job was offered. I told him that I liked to dance and had tried as many different types of dance as I could. I told him about my friends in Miami, and my best friend, who was in the army and currently stationed in Germany. I told him about my odd jobs, and even told him about my primary job in the phone sex industry. At first he cracked up laughing, but after explained that it was decent money, and let me work in a way that allowed me to pursue everything I wanted to do, he eased up. Of course I threatened to kill him if he ever told anyone. It had been a nice night.

Then I woke up, still scarred, but no longer horrified, and determined I was pissed off. This could completely fuck up Colby's life and he had no one to blame but himself.

"I know I am!" he snapped back.

"Really didn't look like it last night, or are you gonna tell me that Leighla is cool this all of this?"

"She doesn't know," he muttered.

"Figured." Then I had a realization. "How long have you been fucking around?" I asked. "Obviously it wasn't a random spur of the moment thingm considering that Nikki knew to ditch us. And that was why you looked freaked, when Leighla surprised you can you came back to see Nikki and I getting my stuff. You thoguth everything was gonna blow up in your face. You are such an idiot."

"Can I try to explain?" he asked.

"What's there to explain. You're stupid."

"I didn't want this."

"So you didn't want-"

"Shut up. I didn't think this was gonna happen. It was once. We were drunk. We're friends. That was it. And then it happened again, and we weren'tdrunk. And aain. And-"

"I get the picture."

"It's just been-"

"There is no justifying this. You really have one option. Pick one. I'm not gonna leacture you on how could you do this to Leighla. She is sadly not my actual concern. My concern is you, because I don't know if you realized this or not. You put the ring on a woman, who does not take shit from anyone. If you want ot be with Nikki then I will support you. If you want to stay with Leighla, I will support you, but you can't have both. It's not fair to either. Not to mention, Cena will try to kick your ass and I don't think I have a seditative strong enoghto take out that mother fucker."

He ran hi s hands through his hair.

"You're right."

"Of course I am," I said.

"You're not going to say-"

"I'm minding my own damn business," I said. "I'm not getting in the middle of shit."

"Thanks lev."

"Don't thank me. I ain't doing it for you."