Disclaimer: I do not own any WWE superstars

Chapter 36 : Another Raw

Paul and Glen made conversation with each other early on in the ride while it took myself, Kenny and Rob a little more time.

"So how do you like the WWE so far?" Rob Conway asked while putting an arm around my headrest, or where my headrest would be if I wasn't in the middle. I looked at him for a little and offered a small smile.

"Well, I have been working for Shane for about a month so I already knew I liked working for the WWE. But its my second week, starting today, I have been on the road and I really like it so far." I said. He nodded before I turned my attention to Kenny who was text messaging someone on his cell phone.

I leaned closer to see what he was typing but he pulled it away too quickly.

"Nuh-uh-uh. Not for your eyes." He said and finished typing with one hand and used the other hand to put over my eyes. I shook my head trying to get away from his hand while giggling.

I eventually, after about five seconds, burrowed the back of my head into Rob's chest until finally Kenny let his hand down to type with two hands. I turned my head around, still giggling, and wiped my face on Rob's shirt. After a few seconds, I lifted my head with a smile. Rob looked at me then at his shirt, and back and forth, with confusion on his face.

"What was that all about?" He asked examining his shirt closer before cutting his eyes to me. I smiled again and looked down at my hands and back at him, stuck between a naughty schoolgirl act and an innocent one.

"He has cooties." I said trying to hold back my laughter. He raised an eyebrow.

"Cooties?" He asked not believing that I believed in cooties.

"Yes." That was all I could manage to say before my laughter bubbled over causing me to laugh uncontrollably.

My eyes were opened to near slits but I could still see Paul checking the rearview mirror and Glen turning in his seat to see if I was okay. And, for some unknown reason, this made me laugh even harder.

"Are you saying I have cooties?" Rob asked sarcastically shocked.

Unable to speak, I merely nodded me head.

"That's what I was afraid of." He said loud enough for me to hear but soft enough to make it seem like he was in deep thought.

Suddenly, he started tickling me and I tried to stop him with all my might. Me with my head in Kenny's lap, my sides and stomach now hurting, my eyes producing tears, and my laughs escalading into laughs and snorts, I started kicking to get him to stop.

"Stop." I gasped while trying to roll over and stretch to get away from this torture. "Please."

"Say the magical words." Rob said while moving his hands all over my body not stopping at one particular point.

"What." I mumbled not quite remembering him saying any magical word.

"Rob Conway is the hottest guy ever." He said cockily.

"I cant breath." I gasped hoping he would show mercy. But, no such luck, he just kept tickling me. "okay, okay." I said and stopped to gain enough breath. "Rob Conway is the hottest guy ever." I said and breathed a sigh of relief when his hands were off me.

I sat up straight and adjusted my shirt which had road up to my rib cage. I looked around and saw all the guys looking at me. I leaned back in my seat, marking my revenge on them would come soon.

The rest of the car drive was pretty much filled with conversation from them about what matches were set tonight. Once we arrived at the arena, we hopped out, them grabbing their bags and I grabbed my purse.

We hadn't even taken two steps inside when I heard someone call my name. I turned and saw Randy with a huge smile on his face. I turned back to the guys, who had waited for me, and told them that they didn't need to wait. I rotated my attention back to where Randy was currently leaning against the wall down the hall.

I traveled my way to him, walking at a leisurely pace. When I was about five feet way, I stopped.

"How you feeling?" I asked referring to the night out we had earlier.

He sighed and walked the rest of the way to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder when close enough and led me the way to my office. Yes. My office. Shane suggested that since he thought I would be around for a while that I needed some space from the boss.

"I'm probably doing much worse than you. But, I'll live. Nothing I haven't ever experienced before." He said as we passed Paul's locker room.

"So what were you up to today?" I asked wrapping my arm around his back.

"Well, mostly trying to get rid the nasty hangover I had. That's pretty much it." He said. "Oh, yeah. And I talked to my mom."

"Ah-ha. You're a mama's boy eh?" I asked while looking up at him.

"Hey. Nothing wrong with talking to your mom." He said pointing at me trying to prove a point. We reached my office and I opened it.

I was kind of shocked to see how nice looking it was. It had a big desk on one side with a piece of art hanging above it and a chair across from the desk. On the other side of the room, there was a black love seat couch.

"Pretty nice." I said while running my hand across the grain of the wood desk.

"I would say so." Randy said coming up in front of me and pushing me tight against the desk with his hands on either side of me, palms resting on the desk, slightly bent over.

"Its pretty spacey." I said looking deeply into his eyes.

Randy opened his mouth to say something but someone interrupted him.

"Excuse me." The person said kind of coldly.

Both Randy and I turned our heads and I heard Randy groan before pushing his hands off the desk.

"I'll see you later." He said and leaned down and gave me a peck on the cheek. I nodded and watched him as he left.

Once he was gone I sat on the desk and swung my legs back and forth.

"What can I do for you Chris?" I asked Chris Masters nonchalantly. While I hung out with Randy last night and John this morning, I realized that its not my fault but, I still feel a little uncomfortable around him.

"I was told to come here." He said coldly keeping his eyes pinned on mine.

"Oh really?" I asked with a furrowed brow, completely confused. "I didn't think I had anyone." I said and hopped off the desk and walked around to where I set my purse and started looking through it.

"Yeah. It was a little last minute I think." He said and sat on the chair across from my chair. "I think you were supposed to be telling me why I don't have a match tonight." He said kind of resentfully, like it was my fault.

Oh boy, I thought, this was going to be a long night.


A/N: Dont forget to review!