Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Andie and Bryan. Although I WISH I did…then I would do…thingsinsert evil laugh here
Summary: Andrea James is the newest WWE diva. Who can help her adjust and get along with others?
thanx to-Jen105-tankies! Hope ya like this chappy. Not as long, but…
Cermie-course you're in it, hun! You're the best! We can't have cermie, cookie monster, and oscar without the cermie! Lol.
MissPhilippinesSuperStar-yeah, that's a good thing! Hope ya like this one. A/N:for the purposes of this story, the draft DID NOT happen, and nobody has been released. So everything is as it was before the draft.
A/N2:couple flashbacks in this chappy!
Chapter 6-Andie's History Andie's POV:
I can't believe Bryan showed up tonight! I never thought I'd see him again! I never wanted to see him again! I'm so glad John was there! If he hadn't been…I'm not so sure I'd be conscious at the moment. Bryan can hit pretty hard. But now, I'm fine. I'm safe. I hope.
"You ok, And?" Britt asked me. I looked away from the car window and forced a smile.
"Yeah. I'm fine. Just a little shaken up, that's all." I lied. Truth be told, I was still scared. Bryan always scared the shit outta me. Britt nodded, but didn't look convinced. Then she changed the subject.
"So. You and Cena. Lookin' pretty close out there, And. What was that all about?" she asked.
"Yeah. Seemed to be havin' tons of funs with him." Kayla added from the back seat. I laughed.
"I don't know. We all know I'm a HUGE John Cena fanatic, but still. He probably thinks I'm just a kid. Obviously, my history with guys isn't exactly stellar." I said, looking down at my hands.
"Oh, come on! He's totally into you! I can tell." Britt said. I shook my head. She could always "tell" when a guy liked me. Thankfully, that's not what she said about Bryan. 'She's single. Maybe I'll ask around the locker room, see if anybody's looking.' I thought.
"What about you and Randy, Kay? You two looked cozy, dancing." I said. Britt smiled and nodded.
"He's into you, as well. I can tell." she said again. Kay and I laughed. I looked at Kayla, waiting for an answer.
"Yeah, right. Like I'll ever see him again. He's on RAW, not SmackDown!. So he won't be at any shows that I go to ta see you, And." she said. "Plus, it's not like I like him or anything." she said, scoffing. I gave her a dis-believing look.
"I'm sure. You're obsessed with Orton, and you know it!" I said.
"I am not! There is NO way I am obsessed with Randall Keith Orton." she said, matter-of-factly. As she said that, I looked at her, nodding sharply.
"When was he born? What type of underwear does he wear? How much does he weigh? How tall is he?" I asked, shooting questions at her.
"April 1, 1980, briefs, 245 lbs, and 6 foot 4 inches." As soon as she said it, she put her head down. "My name is Kayla, and I am obsessed." We all laughed as she said that.
"It's okay. I could name all of that and more for John Cena." I said, smiling.
"And I with The Hurricane." Britt said. She's a Hurri-fanatic. We all have our favorites. I also liked Orton and The Hurricane, as well as Batista, Shelton Benjiman, and 'Taker. Before I knew it, we pulled into my drive way. As much as I had forgotten what happened during the ride here, it all came back as soon as we stopped talking. That's all I thought about.
"Guys, I'm gonna go to bed. I'm beat. Y'all are stayin, right?" I asked. They nodded. They both had rooms here. We each had rooms at each others' houses. That's just one thing that showed how close we all were. I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and turned on the over-head light. I sat down on my bed, and took out my diary and started to write.
Tonight, at the club, Bryan showed up. I can't believe it! I haven't seen him since his senior year in high school, which was my junior year. I can't even believe I dated the scum-bag that long. We met one day at lunch
--Flashback--
Me and my friends were sitting at our usual lunch table, my freshman year of high school, about 2 weeks off of Homecoming
"Oh, please! Like Jason would ever ask any of us out!" Brittney exclaimed. I nodded. Jason was the hottest guy in our school. We were talking about who we would like to get asked to Homecoming by. Kayla mentioned Jason Rise. Yeah, right.
"Well, I'll be lucky if ANYBODY asks me! Name one guy that likes me." I said. I wasn't very confident in myself during HS.
"That guy sitting right there, staring at you." Britt said. I turned around and saw a cute guy looking at me. I smiled and waved. I turned back around.
"Who's that? You guys know him?" I asked. They both shook their heads.
"Nope." the chorused. I looked back and he was still staring at me. I turned back to my food and started to eat. 'I wonder who he is. I've seen him around school, but I have no clue who he is.' I thought. I looked up and saw said guy standing in front of me.
"Uh…hi. I'm Andie James." I said, smiling and being friendly.
"Hey. I'm Bryan Lakes." he said, coolly. 'So his names Bryan…nice name' I thought. "Uhm…do you happen to have a date to Homecoming?" he asked, shyly. I smiled. 'So THAT'S what he wants' I was thinking.
"Nope. How bout you?" I asked, already knowing the answer. He shook his head.
"No, that's why I asked you. Would you go to Homecoming with me?" he asked. I nodded.
"Yeah. That'd be great." I said. He nodded and smiled.
"Cool. I'll pick you up around 6, and we can go out to eat first. Sound good to you?" he asked.
"Yep. Sounds great!" I said brightly. He smiled at me and walked away. I looked back and Britt and Kay. They were grinning like idiots. I took a bite of my burger. "What?" I asked.
"Nothin'." they both said. By the end of lunch, they were still grinning like idiots.
"What is up with you two? So I have a date for Homecoming. Woot Woot for me!" I said, sarcastically.
"Yeah, this coming from Andie. Who always said she was goin' stag to Homecoming." Britt said. Kayla nodded in agreement, and hit me playfully.
"Yeah, yeah. Guess that plan didn't work out after all, huh?" I said. "I have to admit, it IS nice to be asked out for once!" I exclaimed. I was jumping for joy inside. I was so happy that I had a date for the biggest event of my freshman year. I think the guy is a sophmore.
--End flashback--
So that's how Bryan and I met. We went to Homecoming, and had a great time. We ended up dating that year, and the next 2, up to Prom his senior year. But that pretty much where the fun ended.
--Flashback-
"I can't believe you, Bryan! How could you do this? Again!" I yelled at him, in the hall way. He looked down ashamed. "I know! I'm so sorry, Dre!" he said. I shook my head.
"Sorry doesn't cut it, Bryan! Not this time! I forgave and forgot the last 3 times. But this is just ridiculous! You've cheated on me 4 times, now. Not to mention the fact that you've hit me only GOD know HOW many times in the past 2 months!" I screamed at him. By now, I was in tears. It was true. He'd slept with four different girls in 2 months, while with me. Plus, he hit me. Because I wouldn't sleep with him. I had countless bruises on my arms, plenty of shiners for my face, bruises on my cheeks. I was always covering for him. Lying to my friends. Telling them that I got in fights with girls up town the night before. A few people had stopped and looked at us walking by in the halls. He looked at me with fire in his eyes.
"What's wrong with you? Huh? You gonna tell the free world about our lives now?" he asked, grabbing my arms harshly. I just stared back at him, not letting him know that he was hurting me. Then, he either decided to play nice and innocent, or realized I was in pain, because he gently let go of my arms. "I am so sorry, Dre. I wasn't thinking." he said, sincerely. For a moment, I almost believed him. But then I thought of every other time he hurt me. That's the same thing he always said.
"Yeah, you're sorry. You're ALWAYS sorry, Bryan. Then you go and do it again! Not this time. Not anymore. We're done. For real. For good." I smacked him across the face, hard enough for his lip to bleed. "Goodbye, Bryan." I said, and walked to the bathroom.
"You'll get it, you little bitch. You're life is gonna be hell. And you will take me back. I promise you that." Bryan said quietly.
--End flashback-
So that's the story of me and Bryan. Exciting, isn't it? More like sick. I'm so glad John was there tonight. He's really nice, and sweet, and funny. I think I might like him. And not just like, fan obsession, either. I don't know. Guess we'll find out over time, won't we? Welps, g'night!
I closed my diary and turned off my light and lay in bed, thinking about tonight's events. Finally, I fell asleep, praying I'd never see Bryan again.
there's chappy six…or well…7...er whatever. i don't know. Anyway. Not as long, I know but bear wit me. That chappy is dedicated to my friend Steph! That story on how they met was her dream as to being asked to Homecoming! Luv yaz, Steph! Y'all know what to do! Click the lil purply-blue button thingy that says "go"!