Disclaimers- Same story as chapter 5
Author's note- Thanks guys for the reviews! Ok from now on, the story runs as normal; there isn't any more repetitiveness.
--- Chapter Six---
Tasha apologised profusely to the blonde woman, but she just put up her hand and smiled.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was looking for the bathroom," the woman paused. "Hey! You're the girl who punched Randy Orton!"
"Hmmm don't remind me. Because of that arrogant jerk..." she trailed off. "Oh put your foot in it Tasha. I'm sorry he's a friend of yours isn't he."
"No, we were once, but not anymore. It's about time somebody put the playboy wannabe in his place! I really shouldn't be so cruel, but we dated for a while, so it gives me kind of a licence to bitch about him," she laughed. "Oh I am so rude. My name is Stacy." She held out a perfectly manicured hand. Tasha shook it tentatively, so as not to break a nail. She must be a model, she wondered silently.
"What's the matter? For someone who punched out the biggest asshole in the world, you seem pretty down in the dumps," Stacy's bubbly voice cut through Tasha's thoughts.
"It cost me my job," she sighed, "I am so screwed now. I have no money, my rent is overdue, and my family has practically disowned me because I don't want to be just like them. Oh, I'm sorry, you don't want to hear my problems. Let me show you the way to the bathroom." She led Stacy silently to the bathroom. As she turned to leave, Stacy grabbed her arm.
"You know you have real spunk. I think I might be able to find you a job!" she smiled brightly before fishing around in her handbag and pulling out a small white card and a pen. She quickly scrawled a phone number across the back.
"You should really consider this," she handed Tasha the card. "My cell phone number is on the back. Call me when you decide. See ya soon, I hope!" she smiled sweetly before disappearing into the bathroom.
"World Wrestling Entertainment?" she read aloud. Was this some kind of a joke? She slipped the card into her bag and headed home.
She pulled up her beat up old Ford out the front of a stingy apartment building. Sighing loudly as she trudged up the stairs to her room. Finally reaching the twelfth floor, she noticed boxes crowding the hallway around her room.
"Someone must be moving," she muttered and dropped her bag by the door. As she pulled out her keys, she noticed a sign on the door.
"SHIT!" she yelled as she read the note. Her eviction notice. She quickly opened one of the boxes near her feet. "Great, just great! Well, at least I don't have to pack." She pulled out her cell phone, and dialled the number for the nearest, cheapest hotel. After getting off the phone, she sank down the wall beside her room, and burst into tears.
Author's note- Thanks guys for the reviews! Ok from now on, the story runs as normal; there isn't any more repetitiveness.
--- Chapter Six---
Tasha apologised profusely to the blonde woman, but she just put up her hand and smiled.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I was looking for the bathroom," the woman paused. "Hey! You're the girl who punched Randy Orton!"
"Hmmm don't remind me. Because of that arrogant jerk..." she trailed off. "Oh put your foot in it Tasha. I'm sorry he's a friend of yours isn't he."
"No, we were once, but not anymore. It's about time somebody put the playboy wannabe in his place! I really shouldn't be so cruel, but we dated for a while, so it gives me kind of a licence to bitch about him," she laughed. "Oh I am so rude. My name is Stacy." She held out a perfectly manicured hand. Tasha shook it tentatively, so as not to break a nail. She must be a model, she wondered silently.
"What's the matter? For someone who punched out the biggest asshole in the world, you seem pretty down in the dumps," Stacy's bubbly voice cut through Tasha's thoughts.
"It cost me my job," she sighed, "I am so screwed now. I have no money, my rent is overdue, and my family has practically disowned me because I don't want to be just like them. Oh, I'm sorry, you don't want to hear my problems. Let me show you the way to the bathroom." She led Stacy silently to the bathroom. As she turned to leave, Stacy grabbed her arm.
"You know you have real spunk. I think I might be able to find you a job!" she smiled brightly before fishing around in her handbag and pulling out a small white card and a pen. She quickly scrawled a phone number across the back.
"You should really consider this," she handed Tasha the card. "My cell phone number is on the back. Call me when you decide. See ya soon, I hope!" she smiled sweetly before disappearing into the bathroom.
"World Wrestling Entertainment?" she read aloud. Was this some kind of a joke? She slipped the card into her bag and headed home.
She pulled up her beat up old Ford out the front of a stingy apartment building. Sighing loudly as she trudged up the stairs to her room. Finally reaching the twelfth floor, she noticed boxes crowding the hallway around her room.
"Someone must be moving," she muttered and dropped her bag by the door. As she pulled out her keys, she noticed a sign on the door.
"SHIT!" she yelled as she read the note. Her eviction notice. She quickly opened one of the boxes near her feet. "Great, just great! Well, at least I don't have to pack." She pulled out her cell phone, and dialled the number for the nearest, cheapest hotel. After getting off the phone, she sank down the wall beside her room, and burst into tears.