Welcome To My Truth
Chapter 45: She's crazy.
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"Do you seriously think this is true?" asked Ashley, holding the phone in one hand.
"Doesn't it seem suspicious," I paced up and down the locker-room, as I rubbed my chin, "I mean, he did tell me he went to her locker-room."
"Yeah, but remember it's Roxanna. Don't forget that she tried to take Tyler away from you four years ago."
How could I forget that? After all, we did get into a huge fist fight, which I proudly won. She tried taking Tyler away from me, and she did succeed. I clearly remember that day, when she decided to screw around with him. Although, Tyler and I weren't an item back then, we were close enough to be that way. He had given me that beautiful bracelet, it's hanging from my wrist right now. Roxanna wanted to ruin everything I had with him. Just because she found an instant attraction with him. Slut.
"I guess," I sighed, running a hand through my brunette locks, "Then why would she send him that? And why would he go to her locker-room?!"
Ashley gently placed the cell-phone on the couch, before turning to me. Her arms went onto my shoulders, as she looked me in the eyes. I could always count on Ashley to be the reasonable one, and the person I could come with my problems. It's been that way ever since I had come to live with my dad.
"Because Roxanna is jealous of your relationship with Tyler. You know he loves you very much, and wouldn't do anything to hurt you intentionally. He's your man, and nothing is going to change that. So, don't worry about her. If she tries to do anything with him, the only simple thing to do is, kick her ass."
A chuckle escaped my lips, with my two arms, I pulled Ashley into a friendly hug.
"Thanks Ash," I smiled, "Changing the subject, excited for the Wedding?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed, "Only two more weeks Hayden, two more weeks. God, how time goes so fast!"
Fully agreeing, I nodded; "I know Ash, it feels like just yesterday, my dad proposed to you."
"I know," she smiled brightly, but someone interrupted her sentence. Our eyes redirected to the door, where he was standing. My arms crossed together, as I stared at him.
"I'm leave you two alone," Ashley softly said, making her way to the door, "Later guys."
She shut the door behind her, leaving us alone. He stared at me, as I sighed taking his phone in my possession. Opening the text message, he came closer to me.
"I'm so excited to see you tonight. Trust me, I'm totally going to wear that cute red lingerie. Love, Bianca."
My blue eyes glanced up at him, as he shifted uncomfortably. He reached out for the phone, however, I pulled it back toward me.
"Care to explain?"
He cleared his throat, as his fingers combed through his messy hair.
"Why were you looking through my phone?"
Is that all he has to say?
"I'm your girlfriend Tyler," I answered sternly.
"That doesn't mean you can look through my phone," he snatched it out of my hands, "Thanks for the privacy."
"What's going on? What are you not telling me."
"I don't know anything about that text," he said, looking down at his phone.
"Obviously you don't know about the text. I read it once it was sent to your phone," Rolling my eyes, another sigh came out of me, "I just want the truth Tyler."
"Nothing is going on with Bian-Roxann-whatever her name is, okay?" He shot at me, shaking his head.
This feeling inside of me was telling me otherwise. Something was going on, and he was trying to keep it a secret. I hate when he keeps things from me, especially if it involves someone I'm not too fond of.
"Are you positive Ty?" My hand gripped over his, as I peered up at him. He nodded at me, with no hesitation.
"I'm positive baby," he slowly said in a low voice, "Nothing is going on with her. She probably sent it to the wrong number or something."
"Yeah, that's a possibility."
"Don't worry about her," he took a piece of my hair, twirling it around his finger, "She's crazy."
Third POV.
Twirling a strand of light blonde hair around a slender pale finger, Kelly glanced nervously around the room at the group of two friends. A notebook was in the middle, and a simple black pen next to it. The three divas were trying their hardest to think of a well, thought out plan for Bianca, also known as, Roxanna. None of them knew of her real name. She never had gotten around to tell them. And if they knew who she was, then they would really know why she was out for Tyler.
"Are you sure this is going to work?" The former Extreme Expose member questioned unsure, "What are the chances she's actually going to go with your word Eve?"
Eve simply rolled her eyes, "First, we never really were against each other, and if I just apologize for my behavior and attitude toward her, then she'll totally believe me, and eventually give in."
Kelly bit her bottom lip, she wasn't too sure about the plan. Of course she wasn't too fond of Hayden, but she did feel a bit guilty. After all, the couple had been together for so long, and she'd gotten used to their cuteness, and unbreakable relationship. Then again, she wanted to be loyal to her new friend, Bianca. She was the only one who understood her completely, and someone who she had a lot in common with.
"You sure? You know Hayden, she doesn't trust us very much.."
"Kelly, you need to trust our word," Bianca snapped, glancing over at her, "This is going to work out perfectly, got it?"
The blonde simply nodded, taking a seat on the floor, alongside Bianca. With her right hand, she combed through her locks.
"Why do you want Tyler so bad anyway?"
Bianca gave her a look, taking in a deep breath. How couldn't she want Tyler? He was the perfect guy for her. He had the beautiful eyes, body, face, humorous personality, and not to mention, that gorgeous smirk. She had fallen for him the day she shook his hand. And that was nearly four years ago.
"Because, he's right for me, not for Hayden. He deserves so much better."
Eve smiled brightly, patting her best friend's back.
"That's very true. Tyler and you would be really cute."
"I know," Bianca nodded, taking a sip of her Coors Light, "And it's going to happen really soon."
"So, the plans on for later in the week right?" Kelly asked, "I mean, that's when Ashley's little bacholerette party takes place."
"Of course," The Latina nodded, "It's going to work out perfect."
"Now, all we need is the camera.... " Bianca mumbled, looking up at them, "Who has a video camera?"
Hand in hand the couple walked out of the elevator, laughing about the latest occurence. He removed his hand from hers, and wrapped his arm around her waist, gripping her tightly. She giggled, before stopping him in the middle of the hall. Her arms lazily fell to her side, as she stared up at his aqua blue eyes.
"Tonight was so much fun," she smiled, "Tomorrow, you and me are hanging out, okay?"
His irresistible smirk came across his face, and he simply nodded.
"Of course Micks, it'll be much more fun than today."
"No," she shook her head, disagreeing, "Nothing will be more fun than tonight. I mean, after putting those fake spiders in your gym bag, and you screaming like a little girl....."
His lips fell onto hers cutting her run-on sentence off. She could feel him smile through the kiss, and his hands travel to her sides. Suddenly, the sound of someones laughter cut them off.
"Can you two get a room?" Cena laughed, walking towards the couple, who had broken the kiss.
"Shut up Cena," Mickie stated, slapping his arm playfully, "Did you leave Ashley behind?"
He shook his head, smirking; "No, she's downstairs at the open buffet. Apparently, they sell the best chocolate pudding at night."
"Typical Ash," the former Psycho rolled her eyes, "But, she does have a point."
Quickly, releasing herself from Randy's arms, she entered the elevator again, and made her way down to the open buffet. John shook his head in disbelief staring a his best friend. The two walked down the hall, and made there way into Randy's hotel room.
"So," John plopped onto the couch, stretching his arms out freely, "I see Mickie and you were very productive."
Randy smiled, handing him a coke from the mini fridge, "Yeah."
He took a seat on the couch, taking hold of the television. After flicking through several channels, he stopped on what every man loves to watch. "The Girls Next Door."
"Kendra's the hottest," John snorted, "Don't you agree?"
"Eh, I like Bridget," he commented, and took a sip of his coke, "She's bubbly."
"Good point," he adjusted the cap on his head, "But, Kendra's a tough-ass."
"So? Bridget has that killer smile."
"Oh please, I know Kendra's better."
"Wanna bet? I have a million other reasons why Bridget is better..."
John rolled his eyes, "Well, I have reasons about Kendra that will make your reasons look like scum."
And the two began debating about which Playboy girl was better. That is, until the two WWE divas came into the room, with their chocolate pudding in hand.
First POV. (Hayden)
I'm her best friend. She's my best friend. I don't see why she would decide to attack me with those other skanks. Then again, Vince might have handed her the idea. But, if he did, why wouldn't she answer my calls, or my texts? I really want to talk to her. She didn't come to congratulate me about the title win. There was something odd about Alexa. Maybe she's just upset that she lost the title.
My fist banged against the wooden door, then, I patiently waited for an answer.
"Who is it?" I heard her voice.
"Room Service," My voice turned into a playful squeaky one.
I heard the door unlock, and open widely. Her eyes met with mine, as I smiled brightly.
"Hey girl!"
She folded her arms into her chest, and she looked me up and down. There was something wrong just by the way she was looking at me.
"What?"
"What's with the attitude?" I honestly remarked, giving her a confused look.
She glanced down at her perfectly manicure nails, and back at me, "I'm just not in the mood to talk with you."
"Did I do something wrong Alexa?"
She sighed impatiently, "I don't want to talk about this right now, I'm having company over."
"Well, Sorry for interrupting you," I sarcastically replied, backing a bit away from the door, "I seriously don't know what's up your ass."
"Wow, you're a great friend," she mumbled angrily.
Of course I'm a great friend. Now, she was pissing me off.
"Seriously, what's your problem?"
"Look," she leaned against the door frame, twirling a piece of her red hair, "I'm in no mood to talk with you, so I suggest you just leave me alone. Got it?"
Wow.
"Fine," My shoulders shrugged lazily, there was nothing I could do, "When you're ready to talk, just come to me. Because I'm sure as hell not coming to you with this attitude."
With that, she shut the door right in my face, not before letting out an angry sigh. I seriously don't understand why she was upset with me. I mean, she did know I was going to put up a good fight for that belt. I won. She should know that it was a great possibility.
I guess Alexa's just a sore loser. I'm just hoping she'll get over it.
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