A/N I own no one, blah blah blah. Duh! Anyway, heres chapter 14! Enjoy and don't forget to read and review!

Chapter fourteen—Confused

The weekend moved by quickly to me. It was already about two hours before RAW started and Punk and I were in Vince's office. That's when he said it. That's when I lost it. Vince wanted me to dye my hair! I had never in my life touched my hair with an ounce of dye!

Vince was trying to calm a very pissed me off, "X! X listen, it wont be real dye, it'll be that stuff you can wash out later! We want you two to fight because he thinks you're changing and all."

I was furious, "So I"ll be the bad guy in this?"

Vince shook his head, "No, you'll mention how before Punk came to the WWE he dyed his hair."

I shook my head, "No, no, no! I refuse to do this. I'm not changing my hair! I've never dyed it before! I've never even done that spray stuff that makes it glitter!"

Punk spoke up, "Vince, you can't really expe--"

"Yes I can, I am the boss here. Now, X, you have to go to hair and makeup where you'll have red streaks put in your hair. You'll be wearing your red outfit tonight. Each week you change the color of your hair to match the high light color in your gear."

I was mad, "Oh and let me guess, next you'll be adding new colors to my gear, like pink and purple!"

"Yes actually"

"WHAT!? I don't do prissy color schemes!"

Vince nodded, "You do now, its all in the script. See." He handed each of us a packet of paper. There were our lines for that night. Now we never did those lines, we just went along the basic subject.

Punk turned to me, "Go ahead X, I mean it's not a major thing. And think, when you're done with this storyline you can burn those outfits and beat up anyone who touched your hair."

I laughed, "Don't get my hopes up. But fine...So Vince, anything else we have to deal with."

Vince nodded, "Yep."

Great! I was joking when I asked! "I've decided to make a love triangle as well."

"HELL NO!" I jumped out of my chair, knocking it over, screaming. Vince looked mad, "Sit down X if you value your job!"

I gulped and fixed my chair. Oh I valued my job alright, it was all I had that kept be civil and sane. Vince continued, "At the beginning of the storyline you sorta came off as flirting with Kofi Kingston, well we're bringing that bit back. We want Kofi and Punk to sorta...fight for your affections. You see Kofi is going to play the role of 'the line is thinning, this is my chance' guy. He'll make a few moves on you."

I was on the verge of tears. Vince said he was going to stop the storyline! Not make it 'better'! He lied to me! All out lied!

Punk shook his head, "No...No...I had to deal with DiBiase when he was hear about this outside of RAW, I'm not going to deal with Kofi like this. Vince, Kofi and I are great friends. I don't want some bullshit like this getting in the way."

I shot him a look, he didn't say anything like that when McMahon said we had a new storyline that dealt with us breaking up. I mean I know he's known Kofi longer, they were on ECW together and I had just come into RAW a while back...but still...

Punk continued, "Its worse that you've got it in your head to use Kofi! Any other wrestler I understand, but why Kofi?"

Vince smiled, "Because he's your friend. Its drama people!"

I stood up, "Fine. But I'm not happy with it." I left the two men in the office and in a straight bolt I left. This was fucked up. Seriously fucked up. I made my way to hair and makeup where I forced myself to swallow my tears so they could fix me up. I sat there the whole time and looked in the mirror as I saw them use some kind of hair paint that was a vibrant red. I hated that too...My hair had never been touched by perm chemicals, hair dye, or anything. I barely even used hairspray! I loathed having all that chemical shit in my hair...And now this. They did my makeup which I had to admit looked kind cool. They lined my eyes in a thick black and then added a flare of red liner to it. My lips were a rose red. Ugh...I hated red lipstick. I guess this was all the 'new Lady X' thing. Mostly I used only a little liner, plain gloss, pulled my hair back. Now it was getting styled...Why! I was about to mess it up! The parted my hair down the side and had a red highlight falling in my face. Also I was given a few new things to wear. Leather wrist guards instead of my usual gloves, a choker like necklace with a red X pendant hanging from it, they even made me paint my nails red. I never did such a thing! It was either a clear polish or sometimes black. When I looked in the full length mirror I could have screamed! I didn't look like me! My hair, my nails, the new stuff I wore, the makeup...It just wasn't me...But wasn't that the point?

Someone came into my locker room, telling me I was on in three minutes for the argument I would have with Punk about the 'new me'. I sighed and started walking down the hall. I was also supposed to have an angry sort of look. Yep...I was definitely going to be a heel after tonight...I loathed the idea of being a bad girl...While walking the camera man gave me nods of approval saying I looked great and had the perfect facial expression and all. Thats when Punk came out of a door way and gave me a mini glare.

I stopped, "Hey Punk." My voice was low and dark. I sort of spit out his name.

He didn't look happy, but that was the scene, "Oh, so the rumors are true then."

I rolled my eyes, "What are you talking about?"

He reached an grabbed a red lock, "This." He pointed to my necklace, "That." He then grabbed my wrist, "And these. What's with you X? What's with all the changes?"

I smirked, "You don't like them. That's too bad. I mean other people said it looked good. Kofi thought it looked great."

Punk didn't look happy, "But why? You never wanted to dye your hair or anything!"

I smirked, "People change. Now if you don't mind. I've got a match and you're in my way."

He grimaced and stepped away. I walked down the hall and to the curtain. I had a match with Kelly tonight and I was supposed to act ruthless. She would end up 'knocked out' and I'd take the win. I was so not happy. Even the thought of knocking out one of my best friends killed me. So I was definitely on the road to being a heel. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad...I mean then I'd be on the same team as Phoenix and I had always heard once you were in with Beth you had a great tag team partner for life, or at least while you're a heel.

As my music, 'The Howling' by Within Temptation, played I came out. I made my sign, even if I wasn't really supposed to. Vince said I was supposed to waste no time getting to the ring. Yeah sure, whatever...I walked down the center of the ramp. Fans screamed out to me and it took all I had not to run and slap hands with them. I gritted my teeth and jumped into the ring. I stood in the center as 'Holla' started to play. Out came Kelly Kelly in all her bright, bouncy happiness. I couldn't laughed and smiled. Usually we were a tag team or whatever. You know, I don't I had ever faced Kelly before. I just shook my head and gave a couple last minutes stretches until she made it to the ring.

The second the bell rang I was going. I pushed myself to be mean and ruthless. Kelly of course fought back, and fought back well I might add, but I, even though a newer Diva, was far more powerful. I was a few inches taller, I weighed more then she did, and my moves were way harsher. In less then ten minutes I was able to execute my corkscrew moonsault and then as she laid there I brought down an elbow. With that I got the win. With that I got a hell of a truck load of guilt backed up and dumped over. I had never, never, been so mean to one of my friends in a match.

I left the ring, leaving Kelly behind me and going back. I wanted to get to the hotel and wash all the crap out of my hair, clean my face, and cuddle down into bed. Right now I needed two things. One, a good movie, two, Punk. He was my medicine and my teddy bear. He cured everything for me.

As I was walking down the hall I heard one thing I really didn't want to hear... "Lady X!" NO! I didn't want a freaking talk or interview! I just kept walking, trying to get away. He kept calling after me and I kept ignoring him. Finally I made it to my locker room and slammed the door in his face. I wasn't talking to anyone. Once in my locker room I collapsed onto the bench and buried my face in my hands crying. I couldn't deal with this! I wasn't the kind to go around acting like a bitch for no reason! I wasn't the kind to go around being all pissy with my boyfriend! I wasn't the kind who beat the living shit out of my best friend! I needed to get out of the arena and fast.

Changing quickly I almost ran out of the arena. I hailed a cab since I hadn't gotten a rental for the weekend. Usually Punk and I would use the same one, but usually I didn't leave the arena an hour too early. It was only ten. Hailing the cab I told them where to go. Thankfully I didn't have to bother with a long, silent ride. It was quick and I was in the hotel in no time.

Tossing my gym bag down I trudged to the bathroom. There I took a long, hot shower, washing out the red streaks and getting rid of the makeup. I started crying again. If things didn't start looking better I was taking a vacation, going either to Tuscan or Amarillo for a month or two and relaxing...But I knew that wasn't an entirely good idea...Running from your problems will never solve them. Turning the taps off I stepped out and dried off. I took in long, deep breaths for a few moments as I willed myself calm. After I was dry I changed into a pair of my old, comfortable pajamas and went out to sit on the bed. Being the curious person I was I flipped through the channels on the TV until I found RAW.

I tuned in just as a match between Shawn Michaels and JBL ended. Sadly, loud mouth JBL won. I really didn't like him. He was an ass and a fake, he didn't belong in the wrestling world. After the match they flipped over to the hallway. Punk and Kofi were talking. Just normal talking when I heard that stupid little bitch.

"Hey Punk." Layla...

Punk turned to her and smiled, "Hey Layla."

She smiled and drew a line down his chest with her finger, "You know Punk, I really feel bad for what happened all that time ago. I shouldn't have had the guys beat up on you like that because of what X did." She gave him an 'I'm totally innocent' smile that I could tell was fake.

Punk shrugged, "No biggy Layla." At least he wasn't one to fall for flirtatious sluts...

Layla grinned, "You know, me, a couple girls and the guys were going to go out for drinks after the show. Wanna join?" My jaw dropped. LAYLA FUCKING ASKED OUT MY BOYFRIEND! THE SLUT!

Punk shook his head, "Nah, I don't drink." God I was loving him so much just then! I didn't care if it was a hastily done script because we couldn't do our scene after I left or if Layla was actually flirting with him. He was just not going along with any of it.

Layla was persistent though, "Oh c'mon Punk. I mean you can drink soda or what ever. Please?"

He just shook his head with a little smirk, "Nah, I got to head back after the show?"

Layla didn't like being told no, "Oh, and why not? To go to that unfaithful wretch you call a girlfriend? Everyone knows you two are having some hard times, Punk. Who knows, maybe a night out will do you good."

Punk shook his head, "No, now I'm sorry, but I've got a match." He left Layla standing. Mouth a-gape and wide eyed. She was turned down! That pissed her off.

I sat on the couch laughing so hard I couldn't breathe. It was priceless! It took me forever to calm down and when I did I knew I'd seriously have to thank Punk for being so...sweet...I guess you could say that. I mean its not like he turned her down in a mean way.

-Later That Night-

I was laid out on the bed watching a movie that was on FX when I heard the door open and someone call, "Ally?"

I smiled, Punk was back. Calling back with a grin I continued watching my movie, "In here!"

Punk came walking in with a look of worry on his face, "Hey, what's wrong? They told me you left early and—AAH!" I had jumped out of bed quickly and tossed myself into his arms. Wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck I kissed him. When we finally broke apart he looked more then happy with my reaction, "Well, if I'm getting that sort of welcoming I should be sure you get back before I do all the time."

I laughed, "After I came back I took a shower then watched some of RAW. One, JBL won...uncool." He laughed. I smiled and pecked his cheek, "And two, thank you for not going out when Layla asked."

Punk laughed, "Hey, why would I go out when I've got you right here." We shared another kiss. He dropped me down an I laughed. He gave me one more kiss before smiling, "Hey, I'll be right back. I need to call someone." I just nodded, not really caring...then. I would care when I over heard what he said.

"Hey Kofi." Silence as I could guess was Kofi talking.

Punk laughed slightly, "Yeah." He seemed to be talking kinda quiet, like he didn't want me to hear. Bad idea since I've got ears like a freakin' cat. "Hey Kofi, remember what I told you and what we heard at the gym?" Kofi replies... "Yeah all that. Now I'm confused. I mean you'd think after what she'd said she would keep a distance and not be so close and all...but I just got back and I couldn't even get a sentence out before she practically jumped me." Now I was confused! What did he hear? "I mean...you'd think she'd be all quite and to herself before she cut it off and all..." Now I was really confused. Cut it off? I left the bed and went to stand in the room with Punk. His back was to me and he didn't hear me walk in. He sighed, "I know. I mean you said if I thought she'd do it I had all the right to as well...Yes I'm positive. You heard what I told you. She said herself, 'I just can't do this with Phil anymore.' I heard that." Oh no! He heard the girls and I talk...And by the sounds of it, he didn't hear everything. Punk sighed again, "Yeah, I don't want to leave her and all...but she was making it sound like she was so sure to be gone and get it over with...Yeah, I know...Well I'll talk to you later. C'ya."

Thats when he turned around and saw me. A teary eyed me with a look of 'what did I just hear' on my face. Did he really think I would break up with him? Was he thinking of breaking up with me?

Punk jumped, "Ally! God don't just sneak up like that. You nearly...gave..." Thats when he saw the look on my face.

I let a single tear spill over, "Are...you thinking of breaking up?"

Punk gulped, "I...uh...no...I mean I don't want to...but I mean..." That was all I needed to hear. I just turned and walked out the door. No yells. No argument. I just walked out.

I walked down the hall. Obviously Punk wasn't going to come after me if he wasn't already chasing me down...I had memorized the rooms where some of the superstars were. I needed someone to talk to ho knew nothing about this. Who knew Punk and I were a couple, but not any of the major drama. I needed my 'dad'. The one guy in wrestling who never judged me for any stupid thing I did or any fucked up thing I said.

I knocked on his door. When it opened I gave a tiny smile, "Hey...Can...Can I come in? I...need someone to talk to."

He nodded and opened his door wide, "Yeah, yeah of course. Come right on in Songbird." He spoke my nickname in his sweet, gruff voice. I loved that nickname. He had called me that since he started training me when I was twenty-three.

He sat me down, "What's wrong?"

I let another tear spill over, "Michael...I don't know what to do..." Who was Michael? Michael Shawn Hickenbottom, aka Shawn Michaels. I had met him when I was younger at an autograph session that I had forced Mia to go to. While he signed some of my things and a shirt of his I had she mentioned the time I gave the Sweet Chin Music this guy who kept hitting on her. That was the second Michael and I became friends. He asked me if I wanted to train. I screamed my head off. Hell yes! I had my shot then and there to be a diva. He trained me for a year or two before I started appearing in SAW, or Southern Arizona Wrestling.

Back to the current issue at hand. Shawn knelt beside me, "What happened X?"

I gulped and said only one word. One word that would hopefully explain it all, "Phil."

A/N Ok let me say this, SAW is fake. I couldn't think of anything else so I said it was Southern Arizona Wrestling. Well, review please!