Dis: BIG NEWS: I have just signed a deal with the WWE! yeah, um, I agreed to stay 50 feet away from any superstar or WWE worker. They were going to take my Taboo Tuesday ticket away untill they saw where I was sitting. They gave it back laughing. Hey I am a college student with no job, I have no money.

A/N: This is Jessica's birthday chapter. Funny how I planed this. My birthday is on the 8th... I will acept pressents in the form of cash and men. lol As always, keep it real and HAPPY FICIN'!

I love birthdays. One day completely about ME! This year was even better, my birthday landed on a Wednesday, which means no work.

On this day, my nose woke me up. Something smelled… good. This meant Glenn was not cooking, unlike last year where he nearly burned the house down. No, this year smelled like… McDonalds.

I climbed out of my bed quickly. After giving Malfoy a kiss on top of his head I put on the WWE jersey that Glenn had given me over my tank top and headed down.

Remember all of those old television shows where the cool guy would slide down the banister and land on his feet. I always wanted to be that person. This morning I was going to try it. I sat down and got my balance before pushing off. I was flying, quite fast, with a smile on my face. Before I knew it I was at the bottom, but didn't know how to stop. I think my butt was the first thing to hit, but soon my back, neck, and head were sliding across the hardwood. When I was on the floor I tried to do a roll type thing, but that just hurt even more. Finally, I stopped moving. I took a deep breath in, and heard a burst of laughter.

You can see the stair way from the living room and the kitchen so there was a GREAT chance that Glenn had seen it all. I stood up to fine he was leaning on a chair almost crying with laughter. It wasn't THAT funny. Well, maybe it was just a little. I took a bow, then walked into the kitchen to grab breakfast.

My plan for the day was this: eat breakfast, open presents, shower, get dressed, lunch, break in new presents, walk Malfoy, change, then my big birthday bash starts at five. EVERYONE was invited. It was going to be huge. The only problem with this was that Glenn was showing no sign of realizing it was my birthday.

"Oh yeah, happy birthday," he said abruptly, opening his paper. Okay, maybe he did realize what day it was, but where are the presents? I know I'm being a brat, but I only turn twenty once.

"What do you have planed for today?" I was asked mid way threw my meal.

"I don't know. Shower, walk Malfoy, then the party is tonight."

"Well, after you shower, come down and help me in the garage. There are some things I've been wanting to move and get rid of. I'm going to need your help." He didn't look up as he talked. I was a little annoyed.

I took a long shower. I let the water flow over every aching muscle that I had. After wrapping a bathrobe around me I looked myself over in the mirror. Two black eyes were faded, but still visible. I sighed. One more year older, but I didn't feel it.

Malfoy came running passed me and tried to jump into the bathtub. I grabbed his collar before he reached the water. I picked up Malfoy and put him on the bed shaking my head. Glenn putzed around in the garage nonstop. I could only think of what he was going to do now.

I walked down to the living room, thinking I would find Glenn. I was mistaken.

"Glenn?!?" I called out at the top of my lungs, making my way towards the garage.

"In here kiddo!" came from behind a door.

I opened it to see Glenn in his usual position, bent over next to his work bench. I took a step into the dimly lit room and let the door close behind me.

"What do you want me to do?"

He opened the garage door to let the sunlight stream in. In between us, where his tuck usually is, was a tarp covering… something. I cocked my head and looked at it. Please say he wasn't actually serious about wanting to build his own wrestling ring. I've told him that there were companies that would build one for us, but will he listen? NO.

Glenn gave me a smile and walked over to the tarp. I almost died of shock when he pulled it off to uncover a brand new cherry colored convertible.

"It's a 2005 Mitsubishi Eclipse Spider made just for you. I took it to Molly's custom mechanic, who made some modifications."

I tried to say something, but what do you say when someone gives you a new convertible?

"Wow," was what I came up with. I could have said 'thank you', but I would be saying that for the next ten years.

"Come on, let's take it for a test drive."

He tossed me the keys and climbed in the passenger side. I stood for a while then opened the driver's side door. That new car smell over powered me. I revved the engine and pealed out of the driveway. I was a Goddess on wheels. It was fun, until Glenn wanted to go back to the house. He should be glad he didn't have to teach me how to drive.

I spent most of the rest of the day in the car. Malfoy's walk, yeah I drove him to the park, ran around, then drove back. I drove to the grocery store to buy a magazine. I drove to the club to see if everything was going alright for tonight. I just drove around for fun.

Around four I finally came back to get ready. There were a few cars parked outside the house. I honked the horn three times before people came out. It was the usual gang. First were Deb and Caleigh, followed by Kasey, who looked like he had enough girl talk for the rest of his life. Last were Amanda and Jeremy, hand in hand. A girl, who I didn't recognize, stood in front of the door after they all scrambled out.

"Jess, I want you to meet… where'd she go?" Deb said as I got out of the car. She motioned for the new girl to come by us. "This is my sister Nichole, but we all call her Nichi (A/N: pronounced Ni-chi). Watch out, she's a bit boy crazy."

Wait, did Deb just say her sister was a bit boy crazy? Last time I talked to Deb she had her eye on four different guys.

We all got ready and set off in a ten person limo to The Liger Club, the hottest night club in this area. We had reserved the main room for my party. If all the little twerps like the Olsen twins and Lindsay Lohan, who are younger than me, could have huge parties, then I can too. The whole room was decorated in a fiery flame type theme. There was red and yellow lighting on the dance floor with flames that blew up from a fan and were lighted in red. The place looked like it was ready for a party.

Soon people were packing in and the music started. Everyone was having a blast. Caleigh kept me informed that John and Randy still weren't there. Knowing them, they probably got lost and refused to ask for directions.

Everyone I could think of was there, well I guess not everyone. I knew Jeff worked on Wednesday nights so he called and wished me a happy birthday yesterday. But other than Jeff, everyone was there.

Moving threw the room I found HHH and Batista slamming shots. They offered me one, but I told Glenn I would stay sober for this night. Next to them was Edge, Christian, and Chris Jericho whispering in a close group.

"Hey birthday girl, wanna lap dance?" a tipsy Tyson asked me wrapping a muscular arm around my shoulders.

I was dragged to a chair surrounded by Divas waving dollar bills in the air. Let me tell you something, even drunk, Tyson seemed to know what he was doing dancing in his underwear. He stopped after about twenty minutes and collected his earnings, then walked away holding his clothes.

If I thought that was the end of the skin show, then I was way off.

"Look out!" Jericho screamed as him, Christian, and Edge streaked threw the dance floor.

Everyone turned seeing three Canadian butts make their way around the people. Who knew mixing the superstars and alcohol at a private party would create this.

After a while on the dance floor, I was out of breath and dripping in sweat. I made my way over to a table where 'Nichi' sat. She looked worn out as well.

"Nice party!" she yelled over the music. I nodded my head as Charlie Hass walked up with no shirt on. He gave me a kiss on the check wishing me a happy birthday, then walked off. Nichi and I watched him walk away with our mouths hanging open. "I think I'll go introduce myself." She ran off before I could say something.

Behind me I heard some one right behind me scream 'the champ is here' followed by a squeal. Seems like John just walked in, and where there is John, there is Randy. I turned to where the screaming was coming from, but I didn't see anything because two hands clasped over my eyes.

"Guess who baby girl," John said trying to make his voice higher so I wouldn't recognize him.

"Um, is it Dawn?" I asked, knowing this will get him mad

"Jeez girl, how can you confuse the Doctor of Thuganomics with that Playboy wanna be."

I turned to see classic John Cena, dressed in a sports jersey, backwards hat, and jeans, with his arms stretched wide open and a goofy grin on his face. I jumped in his arms and he spun me around. I might be dating Randy, but that doesn't mean I can't take hugs from hunks like John. What am I, stupid?

"HEY! Step away from my girlfriend!"

Randy emerged from the crowd looking as hot as ever and smelling just as good.

"I'll fight you for her," John said still having his arm around me. I don't like drama on my birthday unless I can punch someone's lights out, but this could get interesting. Randy and John in underwear, wrestling in pudding, fighting over me… Excuse me as I think about this.

"JOHN FELIX ANTHONY CENA! YOU DID NOT JUST SAY WHAT I THINK YOU SAID!"

Damn, and the image in my head was just getting good. John threw his hands up as Caleigh and Nichi stood cross armed behind us. With John's head turned Randy grabbed my arm and we disappeared into a corner. He raised my hand so I did a little spin for him.

"Looking hot birthday girl," he said draping his arm over me. "And now for the birthday present."

In his hand was an envelope. I opened it to find a pair of tickets. My eyes went wide as I jumped on Randy. The tickets were for the Evanescence concert on April 3rd at the Staple Center in LA. Not only that, there were backstage passes with them.

"Wait," I said looking at the tickets again, "don't we have to work?"

"The show is in the early afternoon, this is at night, and we will already be in LA for WrestleMania. Its perfect."

I kissed him, but out of the corner of my eye I saw Christy Hemme and Carmella DeCesare eyeing us up. This would not do. I turned to them and stared them down. They saw me and ran into a bathroom. As hard as it was to do, I pushed Randy back and followed them. Remember what I said about drama on my birthday. Trish saw what was going down, and was two steps behind.

"Christy, Carmella, how's it going? Enjoying the party?" They obviously didn't see me come in behind them and stopped dead in their tracks as I spoke.

"Um, Jessica, right? Nice party. Christy and I were just going to have some girl talk, so if you don't mind." Carmella waved me off and pulled Christy into the back of the bathroom.

"Well, I'm a girl, so don't mind me."

I redid my hair as Carmella gave me a nasty little look. Okay, now I'll admit that I kinda like Christy, there's just that thing that I can't put my finger on, but Carmella. I really don't like Carmella. They've both been working in the same company as me since October, but from what I hear, they've been avoiding me.

"You know what Christy, I'll talk to you later," Carmella said and stormed out passed me.

Christy looked confused then started to follow. "Hey, I hope you like my present. Mine's the one in the purple wrapping and blue bow." She skipped out the door passed Trish.

I watched the door swing close then slapped a wall in frustration. Trish came over as I leaned against a counter.

"Wow, you're looking for trouble," she said checking her make up in the mirror.

"Just watching out for what's mine."

"What?"

"Christy is after Randy."

"You can't be serious. That's not what I heard." I turned my head to her. Miss Queen of Gossip knew everything, I was all ears.

"What did you hear?"

"Well, who ever told you Christy was after your man was wrong." That was a relief. I knew Victoria and Nidia had it wrong. "Its Carmella who is after Randy." Damn.

The image of Carmella and Randy as a couple flashed threw my head. Cute, but never gonna happen.

"No, Christy is just getting information for Carmella. Since they were both handed a contract without actually doing any work, they have been sticking together and not really talking to anyone. Well, except Randy, but don't worry, Randy has been trying to hide from her. He keeps asking where you are when she's around."

"That could mean one of two things."

Trish gave me a 'don't kid yourself' look. "The boy loves you. And if Carmella sets one finger on him, I'll bulldog her pretty face into the floor."

"Naw, I'll take Camella, and you can help me with Randy."

"Yeah, we'll wipe the floor with his ass if he ever cheats on you."

We laughed and shook on it, then headed back to the party.