This Can't Be Happening

I looked into the full length mirror in front of me; my eyes meeting my own. Distantly, I threw some dresses in front of me - barely even glancing at my reflection, before I threw them down. I would be lying if I said I was even remotely paying attention to what I was doing.

Truthfully, I had been completely out of it the past few days.

My match on Raw ended in me losing against Maryse, who was still completely pissed that I was going on a date with 'The Miz'. Usually, she would be right here beside me, giving me her opinion as to what I should wear. But tonight she's nowhere to be seen.

I'm still contemplating whether I should cancel my date. I mean, in all honesty, I haven't even thought of it since Monday; the only thing that made me remember was Maryse's constant bitchiness towards me.

Sighing, I walked back over to my duffel bag, which was now almost empty, it's contents now thrown about the hotel room. I grabbed a pair of low rise black jeans, and a hot pink tank top. I changed quickly, glancing at my watch. I had a good five minutes before I had to meet Mike in the lobby.

I threw on my knee-high black leather boots, and black leather crop jacket. Walking out the door I turned the lights off, and shut the door behind me. Upon entering the elevator, my phone began ringing uncontrollably, Vanity by Christina Aguilera

blasting in the confined space. I glanced down at my blackberry's screen sighing as I read:

Hope you have fun with my leftovers tonight(:

xoxo Maryse

I ignored her snide comment, continuing out of the elevator. I plastered a smile to my face as I saw Mike standing in the middle of the lobby; chatting up some of the other superstars.

I walked up behind him, lacing my arm through his. "Hello," I greeted everyone, but they didn't return my smile. One of the perks of being the - so called - locker room slut.

Mike led me out of the hotel and to his car.

The car ride was beyond awkward. What with it being filled with millions of failed conversation attempts, and Mikes horrible singing. It wasn't really singing, either. It was more like mumbling, with music in the background.

We arrived at some restaurant - I couldn't pronounce the name - at around 7 o'clock. We were seated on the opposite side of the room from the bar.

I folded my hands on the table, glancing at Mike. "So…" This is awkward.

Mike just sat there, looking like a complete dumb-ass, and part of me was wondering why I had ever agreed to go on this date.

My thoughts were interrupted by our waiter asking what we wanted to drink.

"We'll have two beers," Why Mike was ordering something for me to drink, I didn't know. Not to even mention the fact I don't like beer.

"Um, actually, I just want a Diet Coke. Please." The waiter nodded, and I flashed my pearly whites.

Mike just sat there, eyebrows raised.

"I don't feel like drinking alcohol tonight. I haven't been feeling well lately."

He nodded, though I don't think he believed. But he also looked disappointed, and slightly pissed.

But it was the truth. Ever since the encounter with Cody in the locker room, I had been feeling sick to my stomach a lot. I was nervous. No, I was beyond nervous. I was worried, I was dreading what Ted will do to me.

Kelly, you might want to watch your back. Because at some point you will be mine, but Ted… Well Ted's going make you pay the price for it.

That haunted my thoughts. To know that if Ted made me have a mental breakdown, it would be Cody's fault. It's almost like he doesn't care if I get hurt in the process. All that he cares about is me being his - which I'm dead set in not letting happen.

"Kelly?" Mikes voice brought me back from my thoughts.

"Hm?" I murmured.

It was then I caught the sight of a dark-haired superstar that I was positive was now stalking me. It was clearly the only conclusion, considering he was always in the same places I was. Cody's arm was draped around some buxom blonde that looked all to easy. And strangely enough I thought he could do better. Actually I know he could do better.

Like me.

I mentally slapped myself for thinking something like that. About Cody of all people. I don't even want to be with him. Or did I?

No. No. No. I couldn't be thinking this crap.

Caught up in my thoughts, I hadn't realized I was still staring in his direction. When I caught his gaze, my cheeks grew red. He smirked at me, before taking a seat beside - what I assume is - his date.

Mike was telling me something, but I wasn't listening to a word he was saying, which made it easier to tell him to shut up. "Look, I really don't care." I paused for a moment, watching him slowly shut his mouth. "I have to us the bathroom. Excuse me." I pushed back away from the table and began walking towards the bar.

"Hello there, Kelly." Cody's lips curled up into a small smile. "Funny seeing you here."

I glanced over at his date, scrunching my face up in disgust. "Look ho, can I talk to Cody in private for a moment." She looked up at me from her seat on the bar stool.

"My name is Amber. And yeah, sure. I don't care." She stood up and walked towards the restroom.

"Why the hell are you here?" I whispered intensely.

"What does it look like I'm doing here?" He smirked at me, "I'm on a date."

"Yeah, with a whore."

"Sounds like someone's jealous," He paused for a second, staring at me. "But I would gladly dump her if you want some of this." He gestured with his hands at himself.

That cocky bitch.

"Um, I think I will pass. I would like to stay STD free." It was my turn to smirk when I saw his own fall. "But that's not what I meant anyway. I meant what are you doing here, at this restaurant. How did you know I would be here?"

"Please Kelly. The whole locker room knows you're here," He smiled at me then, " The loud mouthed bitch wouldn't shut up about it."

I didn't say anything. I mean, what was I supposed to say?

"And Kelly, if I were you, I would ditch Mike."

"And why is that, Cody?" I raised a brow at him, "Because I'll have you know Mike and I are having a wonderful time."

He let out a low chuckle, "Yeah, I'm sure you are. But I guarantee you wont be having a wonderful in bed tonight."

"Excuse me!"

"What? I'm just stating the truth." He shrugged as if it was nothing, the death glare he was receiving from me not fazing him one bit. "C'mon, Kelly. You didn't honestly Mike's intentions were pure did you? The only thing Mike wants is to sleep with you."

"How do you know?" I was denying it.

"I share a locker room with the dude, and that was all he was talking about. About how he was going to get in your pants to make Maryse jealous."

I didn't reply. There was no reason to.

"And for the record, If you ever need me, I'm here." He sounded sincere, and for a second it was almost like he actually cared, like he actually wanted to help me.

I closed my eyes, breathing deeply. When I reopened them, Cody was gone. He was now walking out the door, his arm draped over the blonde's shoulders. When I finally caught his gaze, he winked at me.

My nostrils flared, and I quickly walked back over to where I was seated with Mike. However, I didn't sit down. I grabbed my jacket and blackberry off the table. "I'm sorry Mike, but I don't feel good. So, I'm just going to go back to the hotel, and go to bed."

"Oh. Well, do you want me to give you a ride?"

I shook my head back and forth. "No."

I all but jogged away from him. Relishing in the feeling of the cold night air blowing against my face. I quickly dialed Maryse's number into my phone, before I pressed it to my ear, listening to it ring. Even thought we weren't speaking, maybe she would still come pick me up.

She never picked up, and I soon got her voicemail:

"Hey, this is Maryse." It paused for a second, and a familiar male voice cut into the message. "But Maryse can't talk right now, she's a little busy." The tone was seductive. "So, she might call you back when she feels like it, which might be awhile."

This can't be happening.

So, here's the 11th chapter.
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