"Keep Your Finger off the Switch"
Chapter Six- A Dinner Date
"So… Where is Jean taking you?" Stephanie asked me, as I put on my earrings. "I don't know. He told me to meet him in the lobby of the hotel. He didn't say anything more." I had agreed to go on a date with Jean. Maybe it's because I can't stand begging, or maybe because my head in spinning in confusion.
Yes, I was extremely confused. You know, with choosing and the whole Dwayne and Jean triangle thing. While Dwayne was a sweet man, maybe Jean was being sincere. I have never seen Jean so emotional. But maybe he is just a very good actor…
"Are you ready?" Stephanie whined, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded hastily and grabbed the sparkling black bag that matched my long, sleek black dress. "All right, I am ready." Stephanie grinned. "Jean is going to die!" I grinned. "You think?" I added hopefully.
"None of that morbid humor we are all so fond of," Stephanie said, not at all amused. I rolled my eyes. "All right, wish me luck. Not that I'll need it." Stephanie sighed. "Go, go… Don't keep him waiting."
"We wouldn't want to do THAT, would we?" I asked, shuffling out of the door. Ouch! Damn heels… I hate heels with all of my life and I hardly ever wore them. Until I joined the WWF. And I told Vince that my feet blister up badly in heels… Did he listen? Nope. He just ranted and raved about me not wanting to have sex appeal.
This job keeps getting better and better, eh?
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As the elevator took me to my destination, I looked around. This time was when the superstars were going out to eat, coming back in from eating, or just mingling. You get the picture. I didn't see Jean anywhere. He was supposed to be here ten minutes ago.
"Hey!" I called. Stacy Carter came over. "Yeah?" I commented on how pretty she looked and then said, "you haven't seen Jean, anywhere, have you?" Stacy sighed. "I was hoping you weren't going to ask me that. Jean was arrested earlier for possession."
"What?" I screamed. Stacy sighed. "He's in the police station. He's out on fifty thousand dollar bail." I rubbed my head. "Son of a bitch… I got to go to the police station." I ran out, shrieking all the way because of my fucking shoes.
"Jean-Paul Levesque," I said, exasperated. The cop behind the desk flipped his keys and led me to Jean's cell. "Well, well, well," I said, circling the cell. "This is not my idea of a romantic date, Jean." I said, a bit hurt. "You promised me you were going to ditch the drugs."
Jean nodded. "I know, Al. I am so sorry… It's hard. I tried." I sighed. I could have sworn a tear fell down my cheek. "Try harder." He nodded. "For you." I smiled just a tiny bit. I looked down out my shoes. Oh my god. I think I just fell for Jean-Paul Levesque.