Yeah, I'm So Over You!
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First, I want to wish everybody a happy belated holidays!! I've been so busy, I didn't even notice it's been so long since I updated. I've been through hell and back for a few months, so thank you for baring with me. Reality really does suck, so I came back to my stories. When in doubt, write fanfics. LOL!
Um, while trying to escape my reality, I've created another story while writing this chapter. I've posted it. It's called Emalf. Retarded ass name, I know, but it'll all make sense in the story. Of course it wouldn't be a story without Taker. Check it out and tell me what you think.
Menaji: Call off the Amber Alert, girl! I'm Back!!!! LOL! Gotta go read all the updates for Secrets Uncover. Love that story!!!
Hey readers and reviewers, if you write stories that involve that delicious piece of demon, let me know! I'd love to read it.
I love, love, love, all of the badass readers and reviewers!!!!!!!! It's True. Lol, I was having an Angle moment. Anyway, enough of my blabber, read on. I think you're gonna like this one.
Ch. 36: Reality Check
Timmy was waiting by the door. Hand on his hip, blush brush in his hand, and tapping his foot impatiently. He didn't even notice Mark walk past us. Normally he'd be gushing over how sexy he was, or something. But now, he's pissed. "Well, it's about time, missy. I was about to call the police. Amber Alert, pretty little Latin woman goes missing. Last seen with a tall dark and sexy man, with big green eyes and long black hair." Ugh, Timmy, the overdramatic cosmetologist. And so much for him not noticing Mark, huh?
"Okay, Timmy. I'm here, damn." I said as he grabbed my arm and dragged me over to his little makeshift spot.
After he finished, I was off to the other side of the arena to shoot. Mel was already there, with a big smile on her face. I chuckled at her giddiness. "You know what to do, guys?" One of the cameramen asked. We both nodded and got into place. And action:
"You're still at it, huh mamí?" I chuckled as I walked past Melina. I was referring to the failed attempt she made earlier to get her boys out of a match.
"Excuse me?" She growled in that little annoying voice of hers. As she spoke, she grabbed me by my shoulder. I turned around to face her.
"Did you just touch me?" I growled right back as I glared into her face. "You think you're scaring me, don't you." She smirked at me.
"No, you little slut. I don't." I chuckled. "What did you just call me, bitch?" She yelled as her right hand smacked my cheek. I instantly grabbed my face and glared at her grinning lips.
"You're gonna learn not to mess with A-List." She laughed and turned around to walk away. Before she could take a step, I had pulled her down by her hair. "What the hell!" She screamed. She was in utter shock.
While she was laying on the ground, in shock, I climbed on top of her and started pummeling her pretty A-List face. "Somebody come get this crazy bitch!" She yelled as she tried to push me off of her.
I overpowered her and she couldn't move me. Kim and Rey heard all the commotion and got me off of Melina. Mercury and Nitro came to the aid of their shrieking image consultant/manager/slut. "You're gonna pay for this, I promise." She screamed as they carried her away.
And Cut.
"Fuck, Mel. Did you have to slap me that hard?" I complained as we headed back to catering to watch the start of the show. "Sorry, but you did get me back with a few slaps of your own." She laughed. "Hope it hurts, cause you've got my face in some serious pain."
"I can make the pain go away." Randy whispered into my ear as he grabbed me by my waist. He was behind me. "Okay, you can, after you rush me to the hospital for the heart attack you just gave me from sneaking up behind me." I laughed as we continued to walk.
"Aww, I'm sorry, babe." He sweetly said. Randy still had a grip on my waist as he sat down, so I ended up on his lap. Gosh, did Lantern and Matt eat that up.
We sat and talked about nothing in particular until the show was finished. No Way Out is Sunday, so everyone's pretty excited. Know why? WrestleMania, that's why. It's just a around the corner and I can't wait.
"And when exactly were you gonna tell me this?" CJ said as he paced the floor of my kitchen. "Can you stop with all the movement, please? You're giving me a headache." I sassed as I rolled my eyes at him. "Answer the question, kid." He said with just as much attitude as I had used.
"I don't know. When I figured everything out, I guess." I sighed. He stopped pacing and sat beside me on one of the stools by the counter. "What's there to figure?" He calmly asked. "A lot. I'm just confused." I said as I got up to go into the den.
"Confused about what?" He asked, right behind me. So much for me getting out of this conversation. "Ugh, Chris. Annoying." I said as I plopped on the couch in front of the tv. I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to the airport. "Come on, you obviously have some kind of malfunction in there, so let me help." He said snatching the remote from my hand and playfully clucking my head with it.
"He's single, now. Don't ask, you already know who. And I'm thinking that I jumped into this whole Randy thing too fast." I said, rolling my eyes at the annoying way Chris changes the channel from everything that's halfway enjoyable. "This is easy. Who do you truly in your heart want to be with?" He asked, eyes glued to the tv.
"Duh, Christina. You already know." I scoffed. "Correction, Yas. I don't. I'm not you, so you tell me." He scoffed right back. "Mark." I sighed and stared blankly at the tv. "Okay, there's the solution to your malfunction. No charge." He laughed. I threw a pillow at him. "What?" He asked with a grin. "What the hell kind of solution was that, Christina?" I half yelled.
"Uh, a awesome one. Be with the one your heart wants, kid. You just got with Randy, right? Nothing serious has went on, I hope. So, it shouldn't be too messy." He nodded. If only he knew that I want to pull all of his hair out right now. Wait, he knows me very well, so, he probably does. "Hello, Chris. I'm not a heartbreaker. I can't just end things with Randy and get with Mark." He threw the pillow I had thrown back at me. It hit me dead in the head.
"Come on, crazy. Listen at what you're saying. You'd rather stay with Randy and actually lead him on, thinking that you two are really hitting it off, when you know who you really want? That's suicide, baby. And when it all crumbles to pieces, you're gonna call me. Not that I mind, cause Chris is always here for you, but it all can be avoided." He said. "You're right, Chris." I sighed.
"Duh, where have you been?" He laughed. "Sometimes, I wish I would've stayed a kid." I whispered to myself. "We all do, sometimes. But you gotta grow up and stop being childish." Chris said as he continued changing channels. "You know what, Chris? I'm gonna act real childish if you don't chose one damn channel and leave it there."
After talking to Chris the other day, I've came to the conclusion that I really do need to end things with Randy. I don't even know where to begin. I don't want to hurt him or myself, but it's impossible. But before I even begin to think of a way to end it, I have to figure out some things with Mr. Calaway, first.
Once I got to Baltimore and settled into my hotel, I called and asked if I could meet him in his room. Randy and I decided not to share rooms, since we're taking things slow. And now he's at the gym.
Wardrobe was a big deal, to Kim. Not to me. Mark's seen me at my worst, so it really doesn't matter what I wear around him, but Kim's different. I thought she was glad that Randy and I were together, but it turns out that she's just as bad as Dylen when it comes to who I date. She wants me to be with Mark, too. I think he grew on them. She calls him her big brother.
I told her about the divorce and the convo I had with Chris and she agreed that I should break things off with Randy. Of course she would, right?
"Remember, no make up sex until you and Randy are done." She yelled into the bathroom where I was. "Shut the hell up." I growled at her as I finished my makeup. "I'm serious. Don't be a cheater. That means wear a bra." She grinned, staring at my shirt. I rolled my eyes. "Ugh, Kim. Shut up. I'm just going to talk." I said. I could care less about sex, for right now. There's more important things on my mind.
"What's the deal with you and black now? Have you given up on pink?" She laughed as she handed me my black belt. "No. I just don't feel colorful. Forget all that happy, giddy, fake shit. I dress how I feel." I sighed as I took one last look in the mirror. Plain black tank top, dark blue jeans, black boots, and black eyeliner. Maybe I should add a little color to my ensemble, but I don't feel like it.
"I'm out. And tell Mel don't even think about using my eyeliner." I said as I headed to the door. His room was just a few doors down. I'm glad only a few of us decided to stay here. That means, no locker room talk and no drama.
He was just coming back from the gym when I got to his room. "Morning, Fuego." He smiled as we walked in. "Buenos días." I smiled. He led me to a couch as he started to take his shirt off. And now here comes the drool.
He noticed my stare and a slight smirk crept on his face. "So, what'd you want to talk about?" He asked as he sat beside me. His arm slightly brushed against mine when he did.
Okay, focus. I'm here to talk. Nothing more. Focus.
"Uh…" I couldn't even function. I was too busy staring at his bare chest. He laughed in that seductive way he used to when he was teasing me. "God, man. Can you put a damn shirt on?" I grouched, trying to stop the very naughty thoughts that were creeping into my head. "It's hot." He said. Well, he is right about that.
"And you're making it worse." I growled under my breath. He laughed again. I guess he heard that. "So, are ya gonna stare, or are ya gonna talk, darlin'? I need to take a shower." He smirked. "You know, I could just strangle you." I growled. He laughed. "What did I do?" He asked in mock confusion.
"Yeah, right. You know what you're doing." I couldn't stop the smile that was on my face. "No, I don't. Enlighten me, baby." He grinned as he moved a little closer to me. "Ugh, stop it. Can we talk now?" I begged. This was seriously amusing him. "Sure." He was still smiling.
"Is there any chance that you and I, you know, could ever, uh…" I don't know why I'm chickening out like this. But then it hit me. Rejection. I don't want to be rejected again. I got my hopes up a few months ago, and it broke my heart. I don't want that to happen again. I'm finally getting some stability in my chaotic life.
"You and I could ever, what darlin'?" He sweetly asked, staring into my eyes. "Never mind. Don't worry about it." He was saying something as I walked out the room, but I was determined not to hear.
I had no tears left to cry, but you could see the pain in my face. Well, Randy did. He was in mine and my sister's room when I came back. "What's wrong, babe?" He asked, gesturing me to sit beside him on the couch.
"Nothing." I sighed as I sat down. Everyone should know by now that when I say that nothing's wrong, it's a big ass lie, and of course Randy knew. "For real, what's up?" He asked as he pulled me into his chest. Normally, I'd spill my guts and burst into tears, but not today. "Nothing, really. I just need some sleep. Got a headache." I half lied. My head is hurting. "Alright. I'll let you get some rest. Call me if you need anything." He kissed my forehead before he got up.
"I will. Bye." I sighed as I watched him walk out of the room. A few minutes later, Kim came in. "So, is mi hermano really mi hermano now?" She asked as she plopped down on the couch next to me. "What?" I asked, completely in a daze. "You okay?" She asked, finally noticing my blank stare at the wall. "Maybe. I will be. Later." I replied, sounding very much like a psychopath. I guess she was thinking the same thing.
"Am I gonna have to take Heidenreich's straightjacket and give it to you?" She laughed. "Maybe." I said with a smile. "So, things didn't go too well with you and Mark?" She asked. "No. I chickened out." I whispered. "What do you mean?"
"I didn't ask him what I wanted to ask." As I spoke, I looked away from her. "And why not?" She asked. She's annoying. "Because I got scared, dammit. Scared. Do you want me to spell it for you? Will that make you stop questioning me?" I yelled as my head shot up. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't just flip out on me."
"I'm sorry. You just keep asking all these questions and it's making my head feel worse." I closed my eyes and led my head fall back on the couch. "One more question, please?" She asked in a kiddie voice. "You just won't quit, will you? Go ahead." I laughed. "No, I won't quit. Not when it comes to familia. Now, what were you scared of?"
"Rejection. What if he says that he's better off by himself? What if he just wants us to be friends? I can't handle that. I got rejected before I even asked to get back with him the last time." Yeah, and since then, I've gotten really confused. I mean, my friends, who I've never had any interest in romantically whatsoever, all of a sudden, I want them. Hey, maybe Randy's feeling the same way.
I don't know why, but I have the feeling that his attraction to me was just triggered by his recent breakup. After all, we're both on the rebound. "Lori, stop acting like a baby. Grow up and ask him." She said. "I'm not acting like a baby. I'd rather not get hurt so I won't end up crying, like a baby."
"Hello! Get out of your little soap opera fantasy mind, Lori! You're in need of a huge reality check." She yelled at me. "And I guess you're the one who's gonna give it to me, right?" I yelled back.
"Damn right! First off, you are so acting like a baby. Everything's not always gonna go your way. Life is not like going into Burger King, okay." She said. I burst into laughter at that. Ha, Burger King.
"I'm serious. You gotta take chances, Lori." She said in a soft voice. "I know." I whispered. "Okay, so what's the problem? You'll never know until you ask. And if he says no, then oh well. You'll live, trust me." She wrapped her arms around me and gave me a squeeze.
"Now, stop moping and lets go." She said after she stood up. Before I could even ask her where we were going, she had pulled my up by my arms. When we got outside the hotel, I finally got to talk. "Where the hell are we going?" I asked as we got into our rental. "I'm gonna help you take some chances."
"Don't tell me we're going to a casino. We're not old enough to gamble, ya know." I laughed. "Ugh, don't remind me. We're old enough to kill ourselves with cigarettes, but we're not old enough to gamble? So wrong." I just laughed at my silly sister. "If we're not going to a casino, then where the hell are we going to take chances?" I asked. Before she spoke, I realized I had left my phone in our room. And I don't go anywhere without my phone.
"Be right back. I gotta get my phone." I said as I quickly opened the door so she wouldn't be able to say anything objective.
When I got back to the car, Kim had the biggest grin on her face. "Why are you so happy?" I chuckled. "You'll see. Seatbelt, chica." She said as she started the car. I rolled my eyes, put on my seatbelt, and braced myself for whatever she has in store for me.
"Puta, you set this up, didn't you?" I growled at Kim as we walked around the park she drove us to. Sitting on a park bench was none other than Mark. "Aww, you got me." She laughed. "You fuck face, this is not funny at all. How'd you get him to come." I asked as I squeezed her hand. "Don't worry about it, mamí. Just go get your man." She smiled as she snatched her hand away from my grip.
"You know, by you setting this little meeting up, it's not helping me take any chances." I said as I slowly walked away from her. "Yeah it is. You still gotta ask him." She laughed. I flipped her off as I made my way to the bench Mark was sitting on.
"Hi." He said when I got to the bench. He was staring at the fountain in the center of the park. Isn't it cool, the way he didn't even have to look to know I was there? "Hey." I softly spoke as I sat beside him. We sat in silence for a few minutes. It wasn't awkward silence, it was kind of peaceful. I looked around for Kim, expecting her ass to be watching my every move, but her and the car was gone. Remind me to kill her later.
"So, what was all that about earlier? And don't tell me it was nothing. I know you." He finally said. "Okay, truth is, I want to ask you something, but I'm scared to." I said as I looked away from him. I could feel his eyes on me when he spoke. "Fuego, you know you don't have to be scared to tell me anything."
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Did you have a particular reason for telling me about your divorce?" I asked. It wasn't my original question, but at least I'm talking. "Yeah." Now, it's my turn to pry. "And what reason would that be?" I said as I finally looked at him.
"I wanted to ask you this when the divorce was final, but you beat me to it." He started. I gave him a strange look when he said that. He's starting to scare me. "Fuego, you wanna try this dating thing again?" He said with a kinda nervous smile. Him, shy? Yeah, kinda scary. But also kinda cute. "What? Are you serious? Hell yes!" I screamed really loud. Causing some of the people to stare. A few smiled and clapped, I guess thinking that I had agreed to a marriage proposal.
"Wait. No. I can't." My voice was down to a whisper. "Why?" He asked. The sad tone in his voice and the look on his face was enough to make me want to cry. If only I had tears left to cry. "Why didn't you tell me all this weeks ago?" I sighed as I put my head in my hands. "I told you, I wanted to, when the divorce was final." He answered.
"You don't know how happy you've made me right now by asking that." I whispered, head still in my hands. "Well, why can't we try again?" He asked as he gently moved my hands from my face. "Because I have a new boyfriend." Ugh, the sound of that made me want to throw up. "New boyfriend?" His head dropped down after I said that.
"Yeah." I said as my voice cracked. "How long?" He asked. His voice was emotionless. It was just, there. "About a week." I whispered. "Oh." He said. "Please, look at me." My cracked voice begged. He slowly looked up at me. I thought that all my tears were gone, but knowing that I possibly screwed up the chance to be with my true love triggered a facial shower.
"Why are you crying?" His emotionless eyes seemingly transformed into sorrow. "Everyone kept telling me to move on. To get over you. That'll never happen, but I had to try to. And now you tell me what I've been wanting to hear since we broke up and I'm with Randy. I don't want to hurt anybody."
He took my hand in his and sighed. "I don't know what to tell you, darlin'." He softly spoke. "I'm gonna break-up with him. And don't worry, I'm not doing it just for you. I think it'll be better for all of us." I said as a weak smile appeared on my face. "One question, darlin'." He said. "Shoot." I answered. "Randy. When the hell did he come into the picture?"
"I have no clue. It all happened kinda fast. And by fast, I mean like the matter of two or three days, with the help of team Xtreme." I chuckled at the thought of my idiot friends. "Meaning Hardy, right?" He chuckled. "Yeah. Both of em. And the rest of them and their girlfriends. I told Randy that I wanted us to stay friends, but he kept on." Yeah, and look where that got him. We've been dating for one week and I'm ready to dump him. Gosh, I sound like a hoe.
"Boy sounds like a stalker." He half chuckled. "Not a stalker, a manipulator." I sighed. "Oh." He replied. "Hey, could you give me a ride back to the hotel. My genius sister left me here." I growled, noticing that Kim and the car was still nowhere to be found. He laughed. "You know you're sexy as hell when you get mad, right?" He said. It made me blush. "Whatever, big head." I chuckled at him. He got up and stood over me.
"Oh really?" He smirked. "No, no. Get away from me Calaway." I grinned as I jumped up in an attempt to run from him. Of course it was to no avail. As soon as I started to run, his big arms were around my waist. I was completely off of the ground. "Put me down, crazy." I laughed. He carried me all the way to the parking lot. "Can I get down now?" I whined. "Nope." He answered. "Well, people are starting to stare and that's never good, papi." I said, as I noticed a few of the people at the park staring and pointing.
He had done a pretty good job at not being recognized. But I think people started to notice.
After I came home from the park, I went straight to bed. Big day ahead tomorrow. I could quite possibly be losing one of my best friends, but that big green-eyed sweetheart I was with earlier, is sooooooo worth it.
Goodbye sweet girl. Hello heartbreaking bitch. Ugh.