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Chapter 18 : another Monday, another fight

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I leaned back into my chair, resting my head on Tyler's shoulder. I was bored to the extreme this Monday Night. There was nothing to do, besides walk around.. which I really don't feel like doing right now. Tyler and I were all alone right now, both of our fathers had gone to do their jobs. For example, Randy went to fill out some paperwork for the next storyline, meanwhile, John was getting ready for his interview with Maria. Speaking about Maria, did I tell you the whole ordeal she was in? Okay, this woman found about how my dad and Ashley were now an Item ever since their date. He never came back that night.. alright, that was off the topic. Anyway, when Maria found out, she was furious. So, she went to Ashley demanding her to break up with my dad.. Ashley rejected her demand, telling her she wasn't going to give up John. Maria, was pissed off that she slapped Ashley, and boom there was a new storyline developing from this. Now, you have a love triangle between John/ Maria/ Ashley, along with his belt on the line, between JBL. However, as much as Maria would want to get with my dad, its never going to happen.. in a bajillion years, he already explained the whole situation. Remember a few months back? When, Maria told me John was a ' player.' and hurt her heart? Bullshit.. she played him. The two were together happily, for about three months. Then, my dad came back from a match, to find Maria smooching with Carlito.. there was the end of their relationship. Maria swtiches the story around, making her a victim. I believe this girl loves the negative attention she birngs to herself. I find it quite entertaining most days. With her ditzy character, along with idiotic actions, she's interesting to see.

Now, other than Maria, another person who I gets on my nerves, but I hate with such a passion is, Roxy. After the fight that occured last Thursday, the girl always tries to find trouble with me. Want to know something comical? She thinks Tyler hates me too, and wants to kick my ass. Poor girl, doesn't know that Tyler and I are back to being good friends, nothing else. She kept calling him the whole week, telling that I the ' big fat bitch' fractured her nose, and now she has to wear this ugly cast thing. She also told him, that she needed him to cuddle with. Ty told her that he was grounded and crap.. it was so funny. Randy was proud of him for not accepting her hang out invitation. Now, after everything that has occurred, Tyler and I have decided to just be friends. At least, that's what I decided on.. Tyler wanted to be more, but I don't think I'm ready for that just yet. Even though, he didn't want to just be friends, he accepted it. Yeah, he still flirts like an idiot, but that's Tyler Orton. And, yes I like this boy a lot, but I can't be with him, yet.

" Ty what time is it?" I asked, trying to see the clock, too bad its so far, and small.

He checked his own watch.. " Ten thirty."

" Oh god, another half hour before the show is over." I groaned, shoving my head into a pillow.

" Its not that bad.. you're with me." he wiggled his eyebrows, lowering his voice.

I rolled my eyes playfully, slapping him on the arm lightly. " You little flirt."

He smirked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. " I try..."

I slighly giggled, rolling my eyes at him. He flicked through the television channels, stopping on the movie ' How To Deal' . This is the cutest movie I've ever seen, wth the exception of The Notebook. The guy, Macon, is so hot, and sweet. HIs features remind me of Tyler, the hair, and smirk.

" Ty, you know..." I coughed. " You kind of look like Macon.."

He rose an eyebrow, unsure about my choice. " Really?"

I nodded, lifting my feet up onto the comfortable couch. " Yeah, I bet you're going to look like him when you're older."

" Is that a good thing?" he said, with a half smile.

" Of course it is, that guy is so cute." I commented, running my fingers through my curly hair.

" Well, I can't say, you look like Mandy Moore." he began.. " because, you'll be more beautiful than her."

My cheeks burned to the colour pink, he always makes me blush.. god, what an effect. " Thanks."

" Yeah..." he trailed off, as he leaned closer to me.. What's he doing?

" Tyler.." I whispered, as his breathe hit against my lips.

He leaned in for a kiss, however, I turned away, making him regain his normal posture. " What?"

" We can't.." I mumbled loudly. " Remember? We're friends."

He shook his head with an upset face, as he turned away from me. I thought he understood, I wanted to keep it as friends, possibly flirting friends of course, but not serious. As much I wanted to kiss him, I fought the urge, keeping my word. I don't think he liked that too much, I see it in his face.

" Sorry.." he apoligized. " The moment took over."

I nodded, in an understanding matter, before giving him a kiss on the cheek. " The cheek isn't bad."

I saw his face turn a deep red, as he put his head down. All of a sudden, I felt the couch vibrate. I jumped from it, scared as hell. Then, I noticed it was Tyler's stupid cellphone.. How I feel like an idiot... look at that asshole, laughing at me. I rolled my eyes, throwing a pillow to his head.

He checked his phone, his smile fading away. " Its Roxy."

Eww, the slut is texting him.. " What did she say?"

He read the text message out loud. " Hey Tylercakes, want to meet me in the catering room now? I'm alone, and I need company, Its my last week here.. love Roxy."

Chuckles came from my lips, at her pathetic text.. Wow, does she literally thinks she sounds attractive, and flirtatious. Please, so pathetic.

" What should I say?" Tyler glanced up at me.. " No or Yes? "

I snatched his cellphone, and pressed various buttons, and closed the phone, finishing the text.. I grabbed his hand, lifting him up from the couch..

" Okay.. ready?" I asked him, forcing him to hold my hand..

" Where are we going?" he questioned, as we exited the Lockeroom..

" To make Roxy jealous." I smiled, before receiving a mischevious smile.

" Sweet." he squeezed my hand, as we walked down the corridor.

People continued to stare at us oddly. I guess they don't know Tyler and I are friends again? Yeah, everyone found out about the whole thing at the hotel last week. It goes around fast. Now I'm known as the third generation Cena. Why? Well, my grandpa's the first, my dad's the second, and I think I'm the third.. most likely. Well, yeah, I'm going to be a ' diva' as they say.. sure.

" Hayden?" a voice came from behind, grabbing my attention... ah, Cody.

" Hey Cody.. " I greeted, with a friendly smile.

" How have you been?" he asked, looking down at my knee.

" Its been great." I replied, as Tyler squeezed my hand.

" Hey Ty, how have you been?" Cody continued. " Training with your dad?"

" Yeah, a little."

" I can't wait to see you in the ring in a couple of years." he punched his arm lightly. " Rolling with the big dogs."

" Cody, I'm going to be in that ring--" He stopped for a brief moment. " When I'm seventeen."

"What?" he practically exclaimed. " Kid, that's too young, its impossible."

He shook his head: " Hey, my dad became the youngest World Champion, people though that would be impossible, but he did it."

" Yeah, that's different-"

Tyler interrupted the twenty two year old. " No its not, watch me fight you in four years. Be ready, I'm Tyler Orton."

I stood there, at the debating two, why does Tyler get so defensive? Probably because he is so determined to be just like his father. I can't wait to see that happen, I know wrestling is this boy's blood..

" Okay, well, I have a match." Cody said. " Watch the dedication, Ty, and you'll see."

" No, you watch the dedication my father brings." argued Tyler, before Cody looked over to me.

" See you later Hayden.."

" Good Luck.." I smiled, before he disappeared from our sight.. Uh Oh, why is Tyler glaring at me.. what did I do?

" Why are you encouraging him?" he asked me, as we stood in the same place.

" Because he's a good person to me." I answered. " I want him to win his match."

" So? He isn't a good person to me." scoffed Ty. " He thinks I won't be in that ring at age seventeen."

I slapped his arm playfully. " Don't take things to heart Ty, he was probably busting your chops."

" We'll see." he mumbled. "When we get in that ring in four years."

I wonder what that would be like? Tyler Orton verse Cody Rhodes, interesting. Who the hell would I chant for? That would be hard, since Ty would expect me to be with him, and Cody would want me to say I'm on his side. A future rivalry coming early, I can totally tell. It should be interesting to see what will happen, if that ever does occur in the future.

We continued to walk down the corrider,until we reached the catering room. There she is, sitting all alone in table, with a mocha latte next to her. Tyler took a look at me, with a reassuring smile. We made our way over to Roxy, and stopped right in front of her table. On her nose, was a cast, covering half her face. Boy, did I want to just take a camera out, and take the picture.

" Tyler!" she squealed, then turned to me, with a dirty look. " What are you doing with this trash?"

I held in my anger, its just one little insult Hayden, get over it... I kept repeating that line over again. " Hey."

She rolled her brown eyes at me, with a fake smile. " So, how does your wittle knee feel?"

Strike number 2... I don't have much patience for girls like her.

" It feels fine, how about your big nose?" I shot back, with a smile.

She stood up from her seat, holding the latte in her hand, and took a sip. " How the hell do you think it feels? You little whore, you ruined my face."

Oh god, strike number 2 and a half.. I released my hand from Tyler's getting closer to her. " So what? You can't take the bruises Roxy? Aw, poor baby. At least I can take the pain, other than screaming like a little cow."

She lifted the mocha latte, and poured it right on my head. " Take the heat, bitch."

Oh hell no! That's it.. Strike number three for this bitch.. I speared her to cement floor, continuing what I wanted to end last Thursday. She flipped me over, pulling my hair. All of a sudden, people were circling around us, yelling ' girl fight woo!'. Others chanting. ' lets go Cena. ' The adrenaline pumped through my body, as I was on fire landing successful punches on her. Then, I felt two arms grab me away from her. I kicked them right in their little area, hearing everyone gasp, I stopped punching her, and turned to see, my dad, laying on the floor holding his you know. Meanwhile, Tyler was chanting my name, but soon stopped after I kicked my dad..

Roxy crawled on the floor, receiving medical attention someone had called. I went over to my dad, as people were commenting. ' you're a fighter Hayden, good job' or ' you kicked that tramp's ass.' Tyler was laughing away, but, Randy had come along, taking his son by the ear. poor kid..

" Dad?" I stuttered with nervousness. " Are you okay?"

He peered up at me, with an angry face. " What ...the...hell... are ...you ...thinking?"

I shrugged my shoulders, sitting on my knees. " I have your temper problems."

A small smile creeped on his painful face, he took some breathes.. " Who..started..it..."

" Dad, she poured Mocha Latte on me." I told him. " She called me a whore, and bitch."

He smiled, continuing to breathe slowly. " Thats...my...girl..."

I laughed, helping him up from the floor. " You alright? I'm sorry about that.."

" Yeah, but don't ever kick me again, in that area." he laughed, as he bent down.. " Is your knee okay?"

I tilted my head. " It hurts."

He bent down, gesturing me towards him.. " Want a piggyback ride?"

I laughed, nodding my head. " Sure."

I got on his back, as he held onto my legs.. if only I could have done this when I was younger. I wonder why my dad and I were forced to miss all these memories we could have created.. it always makes me sad. Now, the two of us, can create new memories.. happy, sad, angry, hey, they're still memories.

We went down the hall, people staring at us, and laughing. I went up and down, while pops ran down the halls.

Baaammm! My dad stopped running, when we bumped into the ChairMan Of the Board, Mr. McMahon.

I jumped off my dad's back, as I stood up straight. " Hey, Mr. McMahon how's it going?"

He smiled at me, answering. " I'm doing fine, how about you?"

" Er, its been fine." I answered, wiping off Mocha Latte from my forehead.

" Why do you have coffee on yourself?" he asked. " Oh wait, you got in a fight with Roxy? I heard.."

" I'm sorry, Mr.McMahon--"

" No, don't apologize, I'm impressed from what I've heard. People have been telling me your a good fighter." he said. " making me think about--"

" Vince, she's too young.." my father interrupted Vince's speech.

" John, I can tell she has the talent, although I personally haven't seen her fight." he continued. " She's a Cena..."

My dad shook his head, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. " Not yet.."

" How about you train her for four years." he offered. " She'll be a diva by the time she's seventeen, or eighteen."

" Let me think about that." John told him. " Seriously."

Me? Diva potential... I never thought that would be possible. That's very interesting.. I kind of want to learn, no, I do want to learn how to wrestle. It sounds like a great oppurtunity, but it takes a lot of work, from what I've heard. Plus, I have that school program, its so easy though.

" Ok, let me know." Mr.Mchahon smiled. " Bye Cenas."

He left our sight, and the both of us, went back to the lockeroom. I plopped down onto the couch, damn, I'm tired.

" So, would you want to be a diva?" my dad wondered, taking out clothes from his bag.

I shrugged my shoulders.. " Maybe, if I have enough potential, and guts."

" Of course you got those two characteristics. " he smirked. " You're a Cena."

I rolled my eyes, at his conceited comment. " Sure, is it alright If I take a shower here, I have clothes in your bag."

" Go right ahead babygirl." he nodded, as he handed me his own bag. I grabbed the extra pair of clothes, a towel, and entered the fully supplied bathroom. Time to get all this sticky, coffee smelling, dry liquid off of me...

As I was about to close the door, I heard dad's phone ring.. He answered it, and the name I heard was " Gianna?"

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sorry for the late delay, i've had so much to do lately, with french midterms, and reports in school! please review

hugs and kisses, michelle.