Chapter Seven

I felt a need for chocolate. A really, really big need for chocolate. More like a really big need to get sloshed, but that might get me fired. Chocolate.

Not all events that day had led to this craving, though. As soon as I got to the arena, which was extremely early, Mr. McMahon summoned me to his office once more. Long story short, this week I was doing ring announcing. Lilian Garcia had gotten a bad case of laryngitis, due to the bad winter weather. Really, I think that that's too much a coincidence. What I think he is really doing is rotating me around to try to find where I fit in best.

To my dismay, there was not a measly piece of chocolate in sight. Not one. Not even a single bar. Sop instead I opted for a cold shower. Well, not cold so much as hot, but I like the expression 'cold shower' better. The situation seems like I'd need one.

So I let myself into the unoccupied diva locker room, changed into my shower garb (my birthday suit and some flip-flops), and turned the faucets on full blast. Letting the water trickle down every crevice of my body, all I had time for was to think. And I did.

I thought about a lot of things. Most of them including Cena. Most of the including McWhore. Now this really was the hardest thing I've ever been through. Being in love with your best friend...I never thought that I'd be possible between him and me.

When I got out of the shower, there were no towels. I had gotten to the arena so early, the staff hadn't even finished meeting our requirements. Apparently, towels weren't that high on their list. So I went naked. I figured, 'hey, no one's here'. I stepped from behind the curtain, rubbing my body from all excess water, and walked out to where I put my bag.

The one thing I can tell you about my best friend is that he always has the absolute worst sense of timing. In this situation as well. I had just got done zipping up my skirt for that evening when he stormed through the door and embraced me in the biggest hug I had ever received from him.

"You okay?" He whispered in my ear, completely unaware that I was still naked from the waist up.

I panicked, not knowing what to do. What I wanted to do was slip that skirt back off and see what he's do, but I don't think that would end well. "JC. Could you please... let go. But, DON'T LOOK!"

"What?" He untangled his arms form around me and stepped back, disobeying my orders. He looked. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped, but he didn't look away. McWhore walked in.

I laughed as I rushed to cover up and turn around. She yelled and screamed, I think she even kicked him a little. Needless to say, he would never just walk into a woman's locker room with knocking ever again.

I put on my scandalous clothing, and thought of whether I should go talk to him about it. McWhore might get mad. Mad-der.

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When Cena came down to the ring later, my voice cracked when I said his name. Not enough to notice, but I think he did. He wouldn't look at me and his step didn't have that same moxy it did last week. McWhore must have ripped him a new one. I can't blame her. I mean, imagine what it looked like. Him staring at my bare chest. I bet you'd crack your boyfriend, too. Not that I'd show your boyfriend my chest...

RAMBLING...

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I came upon Miss McWhore after the show, waiting in the parking lot. When she saw me, obviously, she was not too happy. She turned her back to me, thinking that I'd just walk away. Yeah...when have I ever just walked away?

This time I meant to be civil, seeing as how I thought he genuinely liked her. Plus, he'd be pissed at me if she was pissed at him... So I took a deep breath and marched over. "McWh..." but I thought for a moment and started over. That was close. "Michelle, I know what you think you saw, and I can't deny that, but you can at least know the whole story."

"You're such a slut!" She pouted, refusing to look.

"Excuse me?" The total balls of this girl calling me a slut! That I was not going to take from her. "You think I'm a slut? Let me ask you one question. Just how many guys have you slept with since you lost the diva search? Hmm?" I barked, my arms folded firmly across my chest.

She was silent.

"Counting, are we? That many!?"

"No!" She screamed, stomping her foot and turning around. "I'm ignoring you!"

"Well that's real adult-like." I spat, unaware that Cena was walking up behind me. "Let me tell you something you filthy little temptress, you may be JC's longest relationship yet, but he's going to screw you then lose you. You've just taken longer to do the former. I'm surprised you didn't jump him when you first saw him, although you were probably doing it your head, and..."

"Ace! What the hell are you doing?" He barked from behind me.

I closed my eyes and prayed to God that I was just hearing things. I knew that I wasn't when he got in a car with her and drove off, leaving me standing in the damp parking lot.

okay... the strories heating up now. i think, if i have plotted correctly, that the next chapter will be the best and will begin the falling action of the storyline. hopefully i get that up by tonight. if not, tomorrow.

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Ruby