Rolling With the Punches
Chapter 13
Disclaimer: This is not fact but fiction. It did not happen.
A/N: Hello! I'm sure you weren't expecting an update so soon :) That's what happens. I get excited when I get reviews and can't control myself. A huge thank you to: DenyingTheTruth (She really goes at Kevin. And trust me, when it comes to Jon, she's not going to make it easy for him.), alibob687 (I'm good. In fact, my doctor said that my blood work was impressively good, so nothing crazy. Dallas thinks she has willpower...but I don't lol), KairiAnneYukari21 (Jon is an ass lol and Kevin...he's just going to be a thorn in her side until he gets what he wants...), and DeeMarie426 (Honestly, it was meant to be entertaining, so I'm glad you found it funny :) Thank you!). You guys are the shit. Seriously. I love you all. This one isn't as action-packed...but it's getting the action moving soon, so, let me know what you think. And anything that is said in one of the parts, you'll know which one when you read it, is not meant to offend anyone. It's a reaction to someone else's offensive behavior, so I just don't want it to be misunderstood. Love you guys! XoXoXo
Dallas was in her hotel room, after the show that night. They would be making the three hour drive to Monday Night Raw the next morning. She would be driving with Saraya only, which was her friend's idea. She figured it would be much easier to openly talk about what had been going on, if it were just the two of them.
Laying in the bed with the television on, though her thoughts were elsewhere. Dallas was trying to figure out what she should do. Should she talk to Kevin? Better yet…could she handle that? She wasn't entirely sure if she would be able to. She had been perfectly content avoiding him altogether. Truth be told, Dallas wasn't exactly good when it came to dealing with that kind of stuff…emotions and feelings…especially when it had to do with things that weren't happiness or anger. It was the things that made her upset that she had no interest in dealing with or talking about.
The vibration of her cell phone on the night table momentarily distracted her from her nagging thoughts. She grabbed it and opened the new text message.
'Hey beautiful' it read.
A smile pulled at the corners of her lips. Tom was a sweet guy. There was no denying that. 'Hey handsome.'
Within a couple of moments, her phone began ringing. She answered the call. "Hey," she greeted.
"Hey…I figured I'd call since you were obviously up."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. I wanted to hear that voice."
"You're cute."
"Cute? I was going for sexy and irresistible," he teased with a chuckle.
"Oh trust me, you're very sexy."
"You think so?"
"Definitely."
"So, when are you gonna be in Florida?"
"I wanna say Wednesday. Yeah. Wednesday. I'll be at the Performance Center Wednesday and Thursday, and then, it's back on that grind. I've got three live shows, Raw, Smackdown, flying home to Philly, rinse, and repeat."
"Where are you staying in Florida?"
"I was gonna get a hotel room."
"Well, what if you came and stayed with me? It'd give us a chance to hang out…hopefully without any ex-boyfriend interference," he suggested with a chuckle.
"Oh…um…I dunno, Tom. I don't want to put you out or anything," Dallas replied.
"I offered. Besides, I'd love to have you. I have a guest bedroom, so you wouldn't even have to share my bed…if you didn't want to."
"Who says I wouldn't want to?" she teased.
"Trust me, sweetheart, you're more than welcome in my bed any time," he replied. Dallas knew that he meant it, and she didn't have a problem with it either. "Come on. I wanna hang out with you. I like you, Dal. You're a cool chick."
She sighed and thought for a moment. "Are you sure you really want me to come stay with you?"
"Absolutely."
"Alright," she finally agreed.
"That's awesome. When are you flying in?"
"Tuesday night, after the Smackdown taping."
"With Raya?"
"Yup."
"Alright. I'll pick you up from the airport. And are you flying out Thursday night?"
"Friday morning, bright and early."
"Alright. Well, I can drop you off for your flight out."
"Well…thank you."
"No. Thank you. I've been dying to hang out with you."
She smiled. It was nice to feel like she was wanted. "We'll have a lot of fun."
"We will. Alright. I guess I'll let you go to sleep. I'm sure you gotta be up early in the morning," he spoke.
"Five AM gym time," she replied with a chuckle.
"Ugh. Same here. I'll text you tomorrow."
"Sounds good. Goodnight, Tom."
"'Night, Dal."
The call ended, and Dallas smiled to herself. With everything that was going on in her life, it was nice to have something to look forward to…with a good guy. Not that she expected they wouldn't be hooking up, but regardless, he was nothing lie Jon. Jon was a dick. Tom was sweet. It was a nice change of pace for her.
"You're gonna stay with me when we fly to Florida, right?" Saraya asked from the passenger's seat of the rental car.
"Um…actually…it's funny you should bring that up…"
"Oh?" The English Diva raised an eyebrow.
"Tom called me last night. He invited me to stay with him," Dallas spoke, grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"No fucking way! Even after the Kevin incident and all?"
"Apparently. He said he's been dying to hang out with me."
"Oooh. Look at you with three guys."
"Three guys?"
"Kevin's still got a hard-on for you. Jon's banging you. And Tom wants to bang you," she listed them off.
"Kevin is a definite 'no go'. Mox is a 'not ever again'. Tom is a…hopefully," she replied with a laugh.
"Bullshit. You know you're gonna end up screwing Jon again. You enjoyed it too much not to get that again."
"That doesn't mean anything. I can find someone else just as good. Fuck. Tom's probably a hell of a lot better."
"Are you trying to convince me? Or yourself?"
"Probably both."
Saraya laughed. "If the only reason you don't want to sleep with him again is that you don't like him, and he's an asshole, you're gonna have to try to a lot harder than that. Your attitude towards each other, apparently, doesn't matter, once the two of you get your clothes off," she pointed out. "Was it really good?"
"As much as I have giving that smug jerkoff credit, yeah. It was fuckin'…" She let out a breath. "I've had my fair share of sex…probably more than my fair share, but it was…it was pretty wow," she admitted.
"So? Fuck Jon again. And again. Who cares?"
"He's a prick. I can't deal with him."
"Like that really matters?"
"Why are you trying to get me to keep fucking Mox?"
"Because…you're young and beautiful. Might as well take advantage of it. Fuck Tom and Jon. Who cares?"
"I've given myself a bad enough reputation. I don't need to go ahead and make it worse," she pointed out.
"Fuck that. Anyone who judges you is an asshole. You don't owe anyone an explanation for what goes on in your vagina."
"Well, I know I don't. But everyone else acts like I do."
Saraya rolled her eyes. "Since when do you give a fuck about what anyone else thinks?" she questioned.
Dallas sighed. "You're right."
"I know I am," she replied, a satisfied smirk on her lips.
"Bitch."
"Thank you." She paused. "Besides, I'm pretty sure the only one that is concerning themselves with who you get yourself involved with is Kevin."
"I don't know what his problem is. The douchebag is married. He needs to just go away and leave me alone."
"I guess that means you're not gonna talk to him?"
Dallas let out a loud breath. "I will. I just don't know when. You know how I get with this shit. I don't like talking about feelings. I just like kicking asses."
"I know, but that's not really going to help you."
"Ugh. I know."
"Listen, I'm not telling you what to do one way or the other. I just think it'd be better for you to say your piece and get it all out."
"I know. You're right."
"Well, just consider it."
"I know. And I'll do it. Just not right now. I can't handle it."
"Okay." There was a silence between the two friends. "You're gonna fuck Tom."
Dallas laughed. "Probably."
Monday Night Raw found Dallas in an altercation with Nikki Bella, where she was set to have a match against the former Diva's Champion. She figured that was a good sign, knowing the Bella Twins were on everyone important's good list. It made her believe that this was a move in the right direction. Not that Dallas necessarily has the highest opinion of her. She believed that Nikki was only in the position she was in because of her well-known, well-documented relationship with the top dog, John Cena. But she would take what she could get, at this point.
"Dude, you're looking good," Saraya commented, when Dallas was in one of the hallways, sitting on a bunch of storage containers, post-hair and makeup.
"Thanks. I was hoping I'd run into you," she replied, hopping down. "You weren't in the locker room, and I didn't feel like hanging out in there tonight."
"Oh. Because of little Miss Eva Marie?" Saraya spoke, mocking the name.
"Yeah. Fucking Natalie is a twat."
"I'm pretty sure no one has ever been so genuinely disliked before."
"Yeah. Plus, she hurt Leah the other night at the NXT tapings. The bitch is terrible. Never have I seen someone botch their own finisher consistently and still manage to hold onto her job," Dallas groaned.
"She's useless. I haven't missed having her around. The world would be a much more pleasant place, if she would just fuck off already."
"Hey sexy ladies," a familiar voice greeted.
"Hey Colby," Saraya and Dallas spoke in unison.
"Dal, you're looking good. I hear you've got a match tonight," he spoke.
"Yup. Against the wonderful Nikki Bella." The lack of enthusiasm in her voice wasn't lost on him. Neither was the eye roll.
"How're things going? Besides the shit with Steen?"
"How do you know about that, Gossip Queen?" Saraya asked.
"I'm friends with him," he coolly replied.
"Fuck Steen. I don't give a shit about that 'situation'," she replied using her fingers as air quotes. "I'm alright."
"Weird question…are you and Pestock a thing?"
Dallas raised an eyebrow. "I don't know. Are you and the Nazi bitch still a thing?" she retorted. Saraya slapped a hand over her mouth to hold back her laugh.
Colby made a face. "I'm still with Zahra," he calmly replied.
The brunette made a face. "Sucks to suck. I'm not with Tom. We're just friends. And I haven't slept with him, if that's what you're getting at. Are you gonna run and go tell big, bad Kevin?" she mocked him.
"No," he denied, shaking his head. "What's the issue with you and Zahra?"
"She's your pet. She hasn't told you?" she patronizingly replied.
"I mean, we don't exactly talk about you."
Dallas rolled her eyes. "Right because she doesn't really do much without your dick in her mouth." Colby gave her a look, and she reacted with a fake smile. "Your girl is a cocky bitch with a bad attitude…even worse than mine and that's saying something. When I was training at the Performance Center, she was fucking up during drills, one day, and I decided to try and be nice and help her out. She acted like a fucking twat, I went off on her stupid ass, and we never got along after that. Maybe it had something to be with me being friends with and hanging out with Scotty Colton. While I don't have a problem with his religious affiliation, your girl does not like the Jews," she shot, shaking her head disapprovingly.
Saraya turned around, so as not to exacerbate the situation any more. Colby gave her a look. "I get it. I get it."
"Man, talk about a downgrade," she breathed. "By the way, if you were unsure, I do still talk to Leighla. She is doing great. The guy she's seeing…grade A."
"Really, Dal? Aren't we friends?" he questioned, becoming irritated with her attitude…and the comments about his girlfriend.
"We are. Pretty good friends, actually. And that's exactly why I'm brutally honest with you…because I love you, and you deserve to know the truth…no matter how much it could hurt you," she told him with a smirk playing on her lips.
"You're a pain in my ass, do you know that?"
"Of course I do," she replied with a cheesy smile. "And nothing makes me happier than being a bitch."
"Well, I already knew that."
"Who doesn't?"
"Good question."
"I hear you're making a lot of enemies here," he said.
Dallas chuckled. "Oh you know me. Making enemies is one of the things I do best, Col."
"True. Don't get yourself into too much trouble, Dal. Alright?"
"No promises."
"Of course not."
"Good luck tonight," he said, winking at Dallas, before walking away.
Once he was out of earshot, Saraya burst out laughing. "Oh my God. I don't know how you say the things you do and still manage to have friends."
The brunette shrugged. "I don't either. He took it all and didn't even fight me. Probably because he knows that I'm right," she replied with a laugh of her own.
"That was by far one of the funniest things I have ever witnessed," she breathed.
Dallas smiled widely. "If I can make you smile, then, I've done my job."