Is It Forever, Or For-never ?
Rating: For the time being, the rating PG13, but be warned that there is an occasional swear word in my story. As we go along the rating may be changed to R. I give you a fair warning.
Summary: All the popular wrestlers are back in their training days, juggling college, training and relationships. Friendships get damaged, relationships get broken and people get betrayed. Includes 2 of my own people, Hall, Nash, Hardys, McMahons, HHH, HBK, RVD, Y2J, and many more!
Disclaimer: I own nothing that has to do with the WWF/WWE, I only own Marika and May. The events of this story have never happened in real life. I also don't own Pink.
Chapter 2: The Truth Comes Out
Over the next couple of days, I had gotten Shane to forgive me and Steph had gotten Guerrero to agree to take her to the dance, which didn't take much. Also, May and I had spent some more time with Scott and Kevin and was becoming rather good friends with them, which the rest off our friends didn't like very much, for various reasons.
Shane, Steph and the rest of our group were sitting in the school library after classes waiting for May and I, we were supposed to meet them there twenty minutes earlier, when we walked with Scott, Kevin and Sean.
We said good bye to them and went to join the rest of our friends. We sat down at their table.
"Hey." I said.
"Your late." Matt pointed out.
"We know and we are so sorry," I apologized, "But Scott just got this new black convertible and…"
"And you just had to see it." Jeff ended.
"And since when do you hang out with Sean?" Shane asked, jealousy showing through.
"We don't, this is the first time." I replied.
"Can I say something?" May asked, almost jumping out of her chair with excitement.
"Oh yeah, your big news." I said.
"What big news?" Steph asked, curiosity getting the better of her.
"Get this," She said. "I have a boyfriend."
"You do?" Steph asked, utterly surprised.
"Uh huh." She replied.
"This is so cool," Amy said, "Now we all have boyfriends."
"Eddie is not my boyfriend." Steph stated.
"Ya right." Amy said and rolled her eyes. Steph punched her arm lightly and we all started giggling.
"You know who her boyfriend is?" I asked them.
"Ya, who?" Amy asked.
"Scott or Kevin?" Steph asked.
"Kevin." May squealed.
"Ya," I laughed. "Scott's mine."
"What?" Shane asked.
"Cool it, I'm joking." I said.
"How did this happen?" Steph asked.
"He asked me to the dance." May answered.
"Just now?" Amy asked.
May nodded.
"Have you kissed him yet? Cause that's gonna suck, he's like a foot taller then you." Steph commented.
"Ok, hello?" I said. "Not comfortable talking about height, you know with me being damn well short and all."
Steph rolled her eyes.
"I've hugged him." May said.
"Even Scott's kissed me before." I stated.
"Alright." Shane said. "That's enough. If you four want to discuss this any longer then I suggest that you leave. And you," He said to me, "Should be smart enough not to talk about your affairs in front of me."
"Don't be so jealous Shane." I said to him. "He kissed me good bye on the cheek last night."
"I don't care, you shouldn't even be hanging around with them."
"And why not?" I asked.
"Never mind." He said and slowly shook his head.
"No, I'd really like to know, Shane." I said.
"Maybe I don't feel like telling you." Shane said.
"And whys that?" I asked.
"You don't deserve to know." Shane hissed at me.
"You know what, screw it." I said. "I don't have to put up with this." I got up and walked out.
All except Shane looked at one another, not really sure what to do. Then Shane got up and followed me out.
"Rica." He said. "Rica stop."
I turned around and looked at him. "What?"
He walked up to me, at six feet two inches tall, he's over a foot taller then me and I had to lift my head to look him in the face.
"You know how I am." He said softly. "You shouldn't do things to invoke my jealousy, I love you and I don't want to share you with anybody."
"Their friends Shane." I said, still angry. "Nothing more, I'd think that you would trust me more than that."
"You haven't given me a reason to believe that I can." He stated.
"How can you say that?" I asked him. "After I haven't said a word to anyone about…"
"I know what's coming." Shane interrupted. "And I can't believe your holding that over my head."
"Using the word 'that' implies it happened once." I said. "But it didn't happen once, it's happened multiple times."
Then as if to add an exclamation point to what I said, he raised his hand and smacked me hard across the jaw.
The impact turned my head to the side and I reached up with my hand and covered my jaw. 'Oh great,' I thought, 'Now I'm going to have to come up with a reason for why my jaw's bruised.' I was so used to getting hit by Shane that the pain didn't even register.
"Now see what you made me do?" Shane asked me.
"Uh huh." I answered.
"Alright," He said, "So are we ok?"
I nodded, "yeah, we're ok." I said lowly.
"Good." He said. "Cause I got to go." He walked away.
Not even one apology. I rubbed my jaw, now the pain was starting to register.
***
After my meeting with Shane earlier, I had gone back to my dorm room and sulked around for a bit. Shane has hit me before, but I never tell anyone. I always have to make up some excuse for why my jaw is bruised when people ask me about it. Since I attend the wrestling school, I can usually just say that I got hit training. That usually works. Bt that wouldn't work this time, since I hadn't trained since the last time that I saw everybody.
I was feeling pretty down and didn't want to face everybody at the school that night. I just felt like hanging around my room alone. May still hadn't come back, so I was still alone. But I knew that I would have to go tonight, I wouldn't miss a class, not because of this. The only reason that I would miss a class is if I was physically unable to train. That was how dedicated I was to what I was doing.
I was surfing the net when I got an instant message from Adam Copeland. I don't talk to him that much, except on the computer, there's a couple people that I will chat with, and he's one of them. We were just talking about any old thing and joking around, stuff like that. Than he asked me how my relationship with Shane was going. I was getting tired of hiding the truth and actually contemplated whether to tell him or not. In the end, I just said, fine.
May had come back about a half hour after that and I logged off and went in to the bathroom to see how bad my bruise was, before she could see it and ask about it. I had a big purple bruise on the right side of my jaw. I sighed, might as well get this over with. I left the bathroom, "Hey." I said.
"Hi." She said in return, she had her back to me, but when she turned around, her mouth dropped open. "What happened? Are you all right?" She asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." I answered. "I wasn't watching where I was going earlier and ran into a pole, no big deal."
"Smart one." She said believingly. "By the way your dressed, I take it you didn't make up with Shane." She said.
I looked down, when I had gotten back, I changed out of my jeans and tank top and put on an old t-shirt and training pants. "Yes, I did make up with him, for your information." I told her.
"Alright." She said. "It's just that those are usually your sulking clothes."
She knew me too well. "Yeah." I answered. I lowered my eyes. "Hey May, can I ask you something?"
"Of course." She answered.
"If something was happening or about to happen, that you knew was wrong and shouldn't be happening, what would you do?" I asked quietly.
She looked at me. "What's going on?" She asked, concern etched on her features.
"Nothing." I replied. "Forget it."
"Are you sure?" She asked.
"Yeah." I answered.
"Because you know, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm always here." She told me.
"I know." I said. "And I appreciate it" I went over and gave her a hug. "We got to get ready."
"Yeah, ok." She said. "Who's driving us? Or are you brining your car?"
"I think Scott's picking us up." I said.
"Alright." She replied. "Hey, is he picking up Kevin too?"
"Probably." I rolled my eyes. "You are really gone over him."
"I can't help it, he's just so perfect." She got a dreamy look on her face.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Get a life." I teased.
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" She laughed.
***
A half hour later, May was ready and I was just finishing up in the bathroom. I looked at the mirror. I looked great from the neck down with my black training pants, tight red tank top and black and red sneakers. But from the neck up, I was a disaster area. My hair was in tangles, I had a huge bruise on my face and to top it all off, I was out of mascara. I don't know which was worse.
"You're a smart one, you are Marika Smith." (Smith is my last name.) I hissed at my reflection. I sighed, at least I could fix two of those problems. I opened the cabinet and took out May's mascara and used that. "One down, two to go." I said.
I grabbed my brush and pulled it through my thick hair and looped it into a high ponytail. I pointed to my bruise, "Now what about this?" I asked my reflection. "Your stumped too huh?" I asked it. "Well you are me."
"Who are you talking to Rica?" May yelled through the door.
"Just my reflection." I answered back.
"Is it answering you?" She asked.
"No." I said. "Just like me, it's good for nothing." I left the bathroom.
"What's been your problem today?" She asked me. "You've been like this all afternoon."
"It's nothing." I smiled at her. "See?"
She shook her head slowly. "Rica, you have got to learn to trust people with your problems."
"I do." I said.
"No, you don't." She stated. "Something's bugging you, why won't you tell me?"
I dismissed her question. "C'mon, Scott's probably waiting for us."
"You can't avoid it forever Rica." She said, following me to the door.
"Why not? I've been doing it for a year." I said under my breath.
"What?" She asked.
"Nothing." I replied.
We walked down the hall and outside. Our timing was perfect, Scott had just pulled in. He got out and walked over to us. It was dark so I used a shadow to try to hide my bruise as much as I could.
May looked around franticly, "Where's Kevin?" She asked.
"He had to take his own car." Scott answered.
"Why?" She asked.
"He had to pick up Shawn, Sean and Paul." Scott replied. "Besides, you'll see him soon enough."
"Alright." May said reluctantly.
Scott looked me in the face. "Someone hit you?" He asked concerned.
"No." I lied. "I literally had a run-in with a pole and the pole won."
"Seriously?" He asked.
"Yeah, stupid me, huh?" I asked.
"I'm not going to answer that." He said. "You might get mad at me for disagreeing."
"Now I'm confused." I said. "Was that a compliment?"
"Yes." He laughed. "C'mon, we got to go."
"Alright."
Everyone was silent on the short trip to the gym, so I got a chance to think about things. Scott had the radio on and one songs chorus really made me think, it was Just Like A Pill by Pink.
Where I can run just as fast as I can
To the middle of nowhere
To the middle of my frustrated fears
And I swear your just like a pill
Instead of making me better
You keep making me ill
You keep making me ill
Shane was like my pill, I was addicted to him, even though he keeps hurting me, and I was afraid what would happen if I didn't have him anymore. I had decided that I had three options: Stay with him like I always did, tell people the truth behind my bruises, or dump him and go cold turkey.
For once in over a year, I was starting to question if our relationship was really forever, or if I was just fooling myself.
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