One thing was clear now, and that was that Amy always won. But her curse upon
her love life had never been taught that rule. It seemed that every guy she'd been
with had cheated on her or got bored. And now she'd found one she really, really
liked, she was terrified it would all go down the drain.

She knew she was seen as a sex symbol, being such a name in the street racing culture.
But she didn't sleep around, which part of her appeal. She didn't play hard to get -
she was hard to get. But now an opportunity was staring her straight in the eyes,
and it scared the hell out of her. She knew Matt was a great guy, he wouldn't hurt a
fly. But what if she hurt him? She'd be out of OMEGA. Maybe wrestling.

It took her a split second to realise she didn't want to stay lonely.

Amy showered and changed quickly, then walked up to the guy's locker room, and knocked
on the door. 'You all decent in there?' she called out, and Shannon bounced out in
front of her, in only a towel. 'Hey, check this out, Ames...hellooooo ladies!'. Shannon
danced around while she walked in. Matt and Jeff were already changed.

Matt snapped a hairband around his raven coloured hair and looked up at her. Their eyes
met, and this was definately one of those moments that don't happen often. Shannon even stopped
dancing. But before anything could be said, a head poked around the door.