Me, You and My Medication

I've had this idea running through my head for days, better disperse it before my head explodes :D
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Chapter Thirty-Five: Beautiful. Dirty. Liar.

Today seemed to fly by a little quicker than yesterday, only because Maryse and I were doing some promotional gigs in town. Don't get me wrong, I like Maryse but I hate it when she speaks French; yeah, it's sounds interesting but how am I supposed to have some form of conversation with her if she won't even talk to me in English?

Working with her doesn't bother me too much, I think any guy likes a beautiful blonde in their corner; which makes me thrilled to say that Clarissa isn't like one of those other diva's who'd be annoyed and agitated anytime they see another girl with their boyfriend. It's actually kind of nice, considering that Ryse and Rissa get along really well, from all those other times they did studio work.

I'm actually kind of excited to be working with Clarissa really soon. Maryse already knows that our storyline is coming to a close and she's pretty anxious herself to get back to her own routine, I can't say I blame her too much; I'm not really digging my role as a heel but I'm working with it the best way I know how, even though Clarissa and Cody are convinced I make a better face than anything else.

Maryse and I went out for lunch when we were all done with our signing and interview. We ended up at the nearest Olive Garden and after the two of us ordered a meal, we sat with our drinks and had decent chit-chat; in English, no less.

Although halfway into it, things began to get partly awkward. "So, how are things going between you and Clarissa?" Maryse says suddenly, a small smile brushes onto her lips as she plays with the straw in her drink with her fingers.

I pause for a moment, is it me or does everyone know about us? Well, since she seems to have some idea, might as well be honest. "Things have been slow, we haven't really spent a lot of time together," I sigh leaning back in my seat. "Didn't think it was going to be this rough,"

"Well," Ryse's native accent came out. "Think of how crazy it must be for her," she points out, still playing with the straw. I didn't say anything which indicated to her to continue. "She's had a lot to handle within the past two or three weeks and now with her parents injured, I think it just motivated her a bit to run home to her roots and breathe for a few days,"

It does seem to make some sense. "I know she's been a little stressed lately but –" before I was even allowed to continue Ouellet cut me off with something I didn't know.

"She's been a nervous wreck all week; she was in the studio yesterday and she was literally shaking as she was doing my make up, I tried to talk to her about it and all she kept saying was that she was uncomfortable about everything,"

"Her parents were in the car accident, maybe that's what had her all wrapped up and nervous," I suggest, Clarissa didn't seem all there after the news came out, so I bet that's what the problem was.

"Like I said DiBiase, she's been like this all week," Maryse repeats. "I think it's more of Clarissa's personal businesses than anything else,"

Still, what she had to say didn't make me feel any more comfortable than I felt before… and what exactly does she mean by 'personal businesses'? Wouldn't my relationship with Clarissa count as personal business?

I don't like how this sounds…

x – X – x

I went to the hotel, in hopes to maybe find Clarissa trying to connect with me via video chat. When I walked into my room, my laptop was blinking, which left me positive but when I turned it on everything that Maryse had said earlier was starting to make sense.

Clarissa was sitting on her bed but there was a guy lying right next to her propped up on his elbow, steadying his head in his hand. "You sure you want to do it?" he asks her. "You don't have to, there's no pressure or anything," I took in his features, dark brown-black hair and light blue eyes, he had light skin, kind of like her but he had freckles and from what I know, Clarissa doesn't.

My girlfriend giggles and then leans her head back against the wall. "I really want to though, we haven't done it in a while because I've been on the road but I'd definitely want to get it on tonight, see if we still got it, you know?"

…Wait, what?

"So it's been a few months," he shakes his head. "You know what I like, it shouldn't take long for you to get the hang of it," her mystery man replies to her. "You're pretty talented like that." He sends her a smirk which causes her to giggle again.

I felt my teeth clench as I continued to watch this conversation between them. "But Kyle, there's not a lot of time though, we have tonight and almost all of tomorrow, then I'll be back on the road again, and plus, I'm not too sure Ted would be too thrilled about this," she motions her fingers to the two of them. "He just doesn't seem like one for these types of things." My blood began to boil as I kept my eyes on the two of them, I can't believe this, this just can't be happening right now.

"I'm sure after a while he'll learn to accept it, I mean c'mon, this isn't the first time we've done this, Rissa." He caresses her shoulder lightly. "Listen, I got some stuff to do but swing by my place later so we can get started, alright?"

She looks at him. "It sounds perfect, I'll be there," Clarissa replies. "I'm going to call Ted in a little, just to see how he's holding up," They both sit up, and as they're saying goodbye to one another, her friend kisses her on the cheek and then gets up off of her bed.

"Allow me to walk you out," Rissa offers with a smile as he helps her up.

"Don't tell Ted just yet, let's just keep this between you and I for now," the stranger says, and then they both disappear off screen. I slam down my computer screen in frustration, I can't believe this!

My own girlfriend is cheating on me, we haven't even officially been out on a date and she's already thrown me to the curb for some guy I don't even know; no wonder she wanted to leave for three days, her parents probably aren't even hurt, it was probably just some excuse to sneak off and do whatever the hell it is she's doing with that dirtbag!

I felt my phone going off in my pocket and when I pulled it out to check it her name flashes across the screen, out of anger I threw my phone across the room until it bounced off of the wall and hit the floor.

I've never felt so disgusted.

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Shelly