**Ok, why is everyone guessing AJ? Sheesh. It WAS going to be him but pfftt not now. Damn you two. DAMN YOU TWO! Ellie don't be in a rush to grow up! Haha like I'm so much older. But seriously I ALWAYS wanted to be older but now I have all this responsibility on me and stuff, ah. No. Stay young .Deb, I do feel honored. Get better soon! I hate when I write long entries and they get deleted. I have a journal on Blurty.com though, not LiveJournal. Mexico, Ralph? No! Then she'll know where I am! Plus I can't eat Hispanic food or I throw up. I'm a picky eater and I have a light stomach. But I know we can all agree, Fishies rule.***

"Whatcha dooooooooin?" Adam asks. I sigh and look at him.

"Staring out into space." I answer seriously.

"You don't have to be so mean." Adam pouts. I feel bad.

"I'm not being mad. I really was looking out into space. There's nothing else to do."

"Oh. Where's ho-bag?"

"Who?"

"Mystical or whatever her name was."

"Misty? I don't know. I'm not her keeper."

**Flashback**

"Yo, Jizzon." Drake sneers. I know he's making fun of me even though I only talk ghetto while rapping.

"What, Dizzake?" I ask feeding into his humor. Sadly he and his cohorts are so stupid they think I really do talk like that. They double over with laughter. I roll my eyes.

"It's three o clock, do you know where Misty is?" He asks like he's doing that lame 'It's ten o clock, do you know where your children are?' commercial they air on weekends.

"No. I'm not her keeper."

"Do you know where she was last night?"

"Yeah. She said she was swamped with Algebra and Bio homework so she was going to do that."

"Well, I guess sex ed falls under Biology homework."

"What?"

"What, you didn't understand it? Misty and I had sex last night. We fucked. We made sweet lov-" He doesn't get to finish because I punch him in the face. I hear everyone yelling at me to stop. Well my friends and his friends are. Everyone else is chanting the standard "Fight! Fight! Fight!" I'll tell you, the WWE would have hired me regardless of my age. It was just that damn brutal. Drake ended up being taken to the hospital and not being released for a week.

Of course every action has a reaction.

Misty was pissed at me. No. Pissed isn't the word. She was BEYOND pissed. She was livid. She was more than livid but I can't think of a word that describes it. Of course I got mad because Drake and I are sworn enemies and she was my girlfriend.

"Well what the fuck was I supposed to fucking do? Stand there and let him brag about how he got you in bed? I never would have heard the end of it!" I screamed.

"So this is about your pride Cena? Huh? I thought you were better than that!" She yells back.

"I guess we were both wrong then! I never thought you would cheat on me with anyone! Then you cheat on me with Drake? You know we hate each other! That's low!"

"First off you and Drake don't even HAVE a reason to be enemies. You both just want fucking drama in your lives. Second of all if you believe I cheated on you with Drake, I mean honestly believe it, then we really aren't meant to be."

"I'm sorry." I feel really bad. I mean, she's right. "It's just you don't know the stories I've heard about you. I mean, I don't know, it's just when everyone says something you tend to believe it. I never knew you before this year. I don't know your past. I don't know anything about you. I only know what you let me know."

"I do know the stories John. They've been following me around for as long as I can remember. That is what happens when you look as good as I do." She says with a smile. I grin. We embrace.

**End flashback**

I shake my head. This is all too much. I didn't want to remember any of it. Misty still isn't back.