DON'T TRUST HER
Maryse

The sound of Maryse's cell phone ringing woke her up from her slumber. The time was 9:32am, a little early for Maryse's liking, but she answered anyway.

"Hello?" Maryse recognised Alicia's voice.

"Hey Alicia."

"Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."

Maryse looked at Mike sleeping by her side. "Nope. Not a bad time at all."

"Good." Alicia paused. "I just wanted to apologize for what happened the other night."

"What happened the other night?" Of course Maryse knew what happened the other night; however she didn't want to seem fazed by it.

"You know, leaving the club..."

"Oh that!" Maryse pretended to suddenly remember. "Don't worry about it."

"Great, because I feel really guilty about it..."

"Alicia, it's okay." Maryse smiled down the phone. She was such a good liar, perhaps acting would have been a better path than modelling.

"Cool. Are we still on for Les Deux tonight?" Alicia asked hopefully.

"Absolutely. See you later." Maryse hung up.

Getting out of bed, Maryse slipped into the bathroom where she turned on the shower and began contemplating the previous night.

It had been a good night for the French-Canadian. Everyone had come out for a good time, she hadn't paid for a single drink - thanks to Mike – but there was one person that was pissing her off.

Maryse couldn't stand Eve Torres.

Little Miss 'Always-There-For-My-Friends' Perfect Dancer was the kind of girl Maryse hated. Everything about Eve drove her crazy. Her stupid friends, her innocent attitude...

"...the way she has to get involved in everyone else's business, but claims that she's 'only standing up for her friends'. Like she's such a do-gooder!" Maryse bitched to Mike, as the two sat in Maryse's kitchen whilst she made him breakfast.

"You really hate her, don't you?" Mike smirked.

"Eurgh. I hate her more than anyone in this town." Maryse practically threw Mike's plate of bacon and eggs down on the table. "It's like, what makes her so perfect?"

"You not having any of this?" Mike said, tucking into his meal.

"I don't get a body like this by eating junk like that." Maryse scoffed in her thick French Canadian. She stuck to the fruit salad, however she couldn't help but look longingly at the glistening egg yolks.

"You're missing out."

"So what're you doing today?" Maryse asked, desperate to change the topic of conversation.

"Working." Mike replied glumly.

Maryse noted that being the star of a reality show was hardly 'work'.

"What're you doing?" He continued.

"I have a Muscle and Fitness shoot in a couple of hours, and this evening a group of us are going to Les Deux. You should come along." She added nonchalantly.

"Can't, I have a date." Mike replied.

"A date?" Maryse spat out.

"Don't worry, it's all scripted." Mike smiled sweetly. "This 'Melina' girl means nothing."

"It's hardly a reality show if it's scripted." Maryse rolled her eyes.

Mike shrugged. "There's no such thing as reality television anymore."

"Call me later." Maryse gave Mike a kiss, as she watched him get into his car, and drive off down the street.

"Hey, Maryse!" Just as she was about to walk back into her house, Maryse groaned as she heard Eve calling her name across the street.

She groaned, before plastering on her best smile and turning around to look at the Latina. "What's up, Eve?"

"I just wanted to apologize for last night." Eve began walking towards Maryse's house; however Maryse noted she never actually came onto the driveway. "I think everyone was a little drunk, and I know Kelly's totally gonna regret all that stuff she said."

"It's fine." Maryse waved a hand. "Don't worry about it."

"Great." Eve nodded. "I'll see you later then?"

"Great." Maryse smiled, before getting into her car and slamming the door shut. "Bitch."

"And then she comes up to me, and says all this crap, apologizing for last night." Maryse continued her bitching tour, this time hitting the Los Angeles studio for her photoshoot.

"I don't know, Eve seems pretty sweet..." Her model friend, Rosa Mendes, said helplessly.

"She is not sweet!" Maryse interrupted. "On the plus side, Alicia did call to apologize."

"I have to admit, leaving the table like that was a little weird."

"It's like she's scared of Eve and Maria." Maryse commented, as one of the make-up artists went to work on her.

"I don't think she's scared of them." Rosa observed. "Hollywood can be a vicious place, and you need all the friends you can get in this town. Alicia's just being smart by hanging onto a popular group of friends."

"I'm her friend!" Maryse exclaimed.

"Wow, one friend, lucky girl." Rosa said sarcastically. "All I'm saying is, you need to get Alicia on your side, by any means necessary."

"Any means necessary?"

"Any means necessary." Rosa winked, before walking off towards the shoot.

Maryse sighed, before turning to the make-up artist, Jillian. "What do you think I should do?"

"I totally agree with Rosa." Jillian put away her make-up brushes, and began walking away. "By any means necessary."

The light bulb suddenly went on in Maryse's head. She had an idea.

"It's a little harsh, but it should work." Rosa replied, after Maryse told her of her 'genius' idea.

"You think I should do it?" Maryse asked.

Rosa nodded, and handed Maryse her cell phone, which was sat on the make-up table.

Maryse took a deep breath, before typing in Alicia's number and waiting for her to pick up.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Alicia. It's Maryse."

"Hey Maryse."

"Is this a good time?"

"Yeah, I'm just at work. What's up?"

"I don't know how to tell you this, but I heard someone saying something the other night and I..."

"Saying what?"

"I should've told you sooner, I know, but..."

"Maryse? Who said what?"

Maryse smiled.

This was about to get interesting.