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Can't You Feel The Weight of My Stare

CHAPTER ELEVEN:

Your Upset Face, You Wear It Well

His words were the last thing that clouded my mind. I wasn't sure if I fainted from exhaustion or because of what he said. At first I wasn't even sure that I was alive, of course until I heard the frantic and panicked voices of referees in my face.

"Are you alright, do you need medical attention?" One of them said to me.

"Get an ambulance!" I quickly stopped him with my hand, grabbing him back.

"No, no! I'm all right," I said my voice unsteady. I rougly barged through the referees who were still insisting that I get some sort of help. When I was steady enough to walk, I glanced at the no fully open door that Jeff and Ashley were once in. But it was empty. Great, I thought. I bet they saw me - they had to. And if they saw me, that must have meant that they knew what I found out.

Now, I really couldn't wait to get back to my hotel. I needed to confront Jeff in the best way I could.

I forcefull tore my keycard through the slot of my hotel room. Once the door was open, I couldn't help but barge in wanting nothing more than to see Jeff on the bed, waiting. Waiting to tell me something. Tell me if he saw me or even tell me what I heard him confess.

"Jeff?" I shouted, searching around the small suite, still seeing no sign of him. I sighed and checked the bathroom, knocking first. Still no answer. I was getting frustrated now. I was pissed enough losing my match earlier, then I had to see Ashley and Jeff talking about me - about my feelings behind my back, and now no sign of them? Leave it to them to avoid an important situation.

Was I losing my mind? Why was all of this stress being dumped on me? What had I done wrong? Why was Jeff... in love with me? He wasn't supposed to be. He was supposed to be a normal - well, almost normal guy, who didn't even care about love right now. I was supposed to be with Phil - he loved me didn't he? Didn't I love him? Now I knew why Jeff cared so much about my answer. Because he was in love with me.

Now I was the one that needed to ask questions. Now I was curious. Why was he in love with me? Why?

This might have been the first time I was anxious to get to the arena. I wasn't going to hold it in any longer. If I couldn't get contact with Jeff, I was sure as hell going to get in contact with Ashley.

"Mickie! Mickie," I panted, finally catching up with her. She turned around looking almost frustrated until she realized that it was me.

"Oh, hey Maria," she said, leaning in and giving me a hug. "What's wrong?" She said, noticing my rushed anxiety. I had to calm myself before I ended up telling her what was really going on.

"Have you seen Ashley today?" I asked, cutting to the chase. She looked suspiciously hesitant for a moment, before answering.

"Um," she paused. "Yeah, I have." She seemed to have gazed off, almost as if she was avoiding my next question.

"Are you gonna tell me where she is or..." I trailed off. To my surprise she sighed.

"She's in Matt's locker room. I don't think he's in there," she finally confessed. I smiled.

"Thanks."

I didn't waste any time getting to Matt's locker room. But of course when I knocked no one answered, except for Ashley when she nervously shouted. "Who is it?" What did it matter who it was? She should have known that it would have been either me or Jeff - Matt if he wasn't in there.

"It's Maria." I shouted back. I could tell her face went into shock.

"What do you want?" I knew she was by the door now.

"I want to talk to you," I said anxiously. "Can you let me in, it's important." I heard her sigh before I heard the lock unlatch. She stepped aside, allowing me entry. I quickly turned back around, after she closed the door.

"So what's it you want to talk about?" Now, she was cutting to the chase.

"You should know," I stated. "It's probably all you and Jeff have been talking about lately. Recently actually." By the look on her face, she knew she was guilty. But she tried to play it off.

"I don't know what you're talking about. So just go," she said, motioning to the door.

"I'm not going anywhere until I get the truth." She rolled her eyes, and folded her arms over her chest. She tapped her foot impatiently, glaring at me in nothing but pure annoyance. But I didn't care. It was her turn to feel my rath.

"What do you want to know?" She finally said.

"Did you see my match last night?" I asked, starting off easy, hoping she'd loosen up.

"Yeah, so?" She still kept her straight face, all of her amused and cocky little smirks were off the table.

"And was Jeff watching it - with you?"

"Yeah."

"So what were you guys talking about? After my match." She sighed and looked away. She unfolded her arms, and stood straight.

"We were talking about nothing. Nothing... important," she said half heartedly.

"So I'm not important?" I asked. She cut her eyes.

"What makes you think we were talking about you? We could have been talking about anyone. Were...," she paused. "you were eavesdropping?" She looked almost astonished, almost nervous that I might have heard something she didn't want me to hear. And that was my exact point in confronting her.

"Does it matter?" I shot back.

"What did you hear?!" She snapped.

"Does it matter?" I repeated.

"Yes! All of the things said were private, Maria. They weren't intended for you to hear. Not yet," she said, her face dropping.

"You were the one who was trying to tell me all these signs. You told me what I was going to find out sooner or later, remember? You can't just take my side so late in the months. I'm tired of being lied to. I'm tired of finding each day of my life getting more and more difficult. I'm sick of getting into worthless and unnecessary arguements with Jeff and Phil and most importantly, I'm tired of them fighting each other - physical or not," I stated. I had to get it into her brain at some point. When was she going to realize that it wasn't easy being me? When's she going to realize that my feelings counted too?

"Well maybe you should open your eyes," she responded. "See what's been staring you in the face all this time." I shook my head before she even finished.

"But that's not really the point right now," I spat. "the point is that I'm tired of being lied to. I'm tired of everyone deciding my feelings for me. No one else is entitled to my feelings except me."

"Maria, if that's the case; then you don't know your feelings very well. You're stuck behind Phil, you hardly even talk. He comes to Raw - causes you trouble. I bet you enjoy arguing with Jeff more than you like being away from him. Did you hear what he said - you know, since you were listening in?" She placed her hands on her hips, obviously I wasn't going to win this little battle going on.

"He," I said, preparing to choke on my following words. "he said he was... in love with me."

"Exactly. When was the last time Phil said that to you?"

I cut her off. "But Jeff didn't say it to me."

"But he still said it, didn't he? You're still shook by it, so it must mean something."

"Whatever, Ashley. I thought that if I came here, you'd be on my side. But since you want to shut me down even more, I guess I have nothing to lose." I dashed over to the door, effectively exiting the locker room.

Not until I bumped into... him.

AN: Cliffhanger? Hope you like it! Please review. =D