Apparently Kevin had a better luck getting AnneMarie to laugh and giggle while him and Glenn were messing around in the ring…as did Glenn to my little sister…When they left 3 days later…they both went home with a phone number in their pockets…
I shook my head.
Damn those two could meet guys out in the middle of a damn desert and still walk away with a phone number and a date for the night.
I kept to myself for a while…every night I could hear giggles and whispering behind my back when I was standing out by the curtains…I knew it was Mark and Dawn…only someone as annoying as her, would have a laugh that was equally as annoying…and of course no one could substitute or imitate Mark's voice. Besides, who the hell would want to…?
Everything Dawn Marie said was true…
I was a stuffy bitch.
I didn't want to have anything to do with Mark…I figured since he was the one who let me get so drunk that night and get married…that everything was his fault…
Which I should have known better then to just apply the blame to one person…when there was 2 of us to blame…him and me…I shouldn't have known better…mixing Tequila and Margarita's always has a bad effect on me…
I knew the only way I could get myself to stop thinking about it was to dance…so…okay I'll dance Mark out of my system…At the next arena I went down to the gym again and did the same as last…this time I popped in another CD…as t started…the song was so what I was feeling…
Glenn was walking by and saw Alyssa in the gym…he could hear the words to the music she was dancing too…
It was a damn powerful song.
Yea, that whole dancing Mark out of my system didn't happen…It didn't even scratch the surface.
The more time I spent on the road with Mark, the more I feel deeper in love with him…and nothing I did helped. I tried everything…talking to the other guys on the tour…but nothing seemed to help
Every time I turned around I saw Mark and Dawn Marie talking…And she always had this look of contentment on her face. I really wanted to stick her head in cow shit…or maybe knock her ass into next week. I always bit my tongue around her…I constantly had the urge to call her a slut or something to that fake.