Disclaimer: I don't own the WWE.

A/N: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, though I was slightly disappointed with the lack of feedback despite the high number of hits. Now, forewarning, this story is going to be a slightly dark, bittersweet romance of course with a ton of dramatics tied in. The OC is purposely made to have little to no respect for herself, act like a slut and basically be in denial of the fact she's seen as easy ass. Also, Matt is going to be just an utter piece of shit as the story goes on. But don't worry; I love him in real life.

About A Girl

Chapter 2: Locker Room Joke

-Jeff's POV-

I was at the arena early for the house show the next night. Too early. I had a photoshoot for WWE Magazine and really wasn't interested in it, till I saw who else was here.

She was already in front of the camera, made up and dressed in some Bollywood, belly-dancin' inspired outfit with a little bit of a punk undertone throw in. Her black hair was down, the light hittin' it and makin' it shine blue. She posed just as well as any model I've ever seen, twice as gorgeous, stoppin' for a minute when she looked in my direction.

Her dark eyes got bright and she practically floated off the set and in my direction. I couldn't breathe. What's she doin'?

My name just flowed through her lips. "Jeff." It sounded like the wind and any other poetic word I can use to describe the voice of an angel. Her arms just wound around my neck and without any response form me at all, I finally got to feel those plump, red painted lips on mine.

She tasted like everythin' the gods ate and drank. And she smelled like the tropics of the Hawaiian Islands with some mild ginger and citrus splashed in the mix. I wanted to devour her, right here, right now.

"Jeff."

Her tongue danced inside my mouth, her fingers sizzlin' my skin wherever they touched.

"Jeff."

She kissed me like she loved me.

"Jeff!"

My head snapped up and I saw Shane was here too, standin' right in front of me now, givin' me some pissed off look. My eyes darted back over to the set where she still was, posin' for the camera. Man, those camera flashes must be makin' me delusional.

"Hey man." I tried to cover my distraction, but no way. Shane already knew and he just shook his head.

"You gotta be fuckin' kiddin' me," he mumbled, glancin' over his shoulder at her. "Man, Lavanya doesn't even know you're here. Stop starin' before she notices and thinks you're a pervert." I scowled. "You think you can detach your eyes long enough ta get to work? They're lookin' for ya in makeup."

"Yeah, yeah," I sighed, headin' down the hall after Shane, but not before I stole one more quick look. Yup, she was still gorgeous.

-Lavanya's POV-

"I hope everyone's naked," I called into the locker room I knew Matt was in as I opened the door, letting myself in. No one was naked completely, but John Morrison had his shirt off, which was a definite plus. A handful of the Smackdown and ECW guys were in here; all seemingly to be guys who took a lot of heat from the fans.

"That can definitely be arranged," John assured me, nudging Miz in the arm. Matt, Curt Hawkins, Zack Ryder and Brian Kendrick all laughed. None of the other guys present were paying all that much attention to what was going on. Shelton Benjamin, Ezekiel and Koslov were all in separate corners, tending to whatever needed to be taken care of before the show and Paul Burchill was on his phone.

"Oh yes John. Gang bang me, please," I teased, winking at the well-defined ECW star.

"You can start right here," Matt said, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling my head down so it was at his crotch. I just laughed while someone smacked my ass in the bent over position I was held in.

"Cut it out," I giggled, pushing Matt's legs back a little so he had to let me go. I stood up straight and fixed my hair, slapping Matt's hands away when he playfully grabbed at my chest.

Lurching forward, he grabbed me round the waist as I tried to move away, a huge smile on my face as I squirmed against him, my back pulled to his chest. I leaned forward to try and drop myself from his grasp, but he just clamped his other arm around my waist. "S'go for a quick round," he muttered right against my ear and I stilled, allowing Matt to hold me up as I regained my balance.

I really never denied Matt. He needed no verbal answer as he led me over to the connected bathroom.

"I'm next!" Miz called, making basically everyone in the locker room laugh. Matt looked over his shoulder, laughing slightly with them. I could still hear them laughing when he closed the door to the bathroom, not bothering to lock it. Most of the guys in there have walked in on us screwing before, and half of them have fucked me themselves, so it didn't really matter.

I turned to face him, rubbing his chest a little through his shirt. "I said quick," he reminded me, moving my hand away and pushing his hips into mine, making my backside hit the sink counter. His mouth covered mine, hands lifting up my skirt. He loved it when I wore skirts. Easy access, so he says.

I teased his neck, earning a content sigh when I scraped his throat with my teeth, his hands eagerly pulling my panties down over my hips. The material fell down my legs as I parted them slightly, enough for Matt to press his fingers between my thighs, feeling how hot he made me.

I whimpered a little when his hand pulled my hair and forced me to tilt my head back. His knee was between my legs, pressing into me. "You want me ta fuck you right here? Where everyone can fuckin' hear you?"

"Yes," I rasped.

I saw the twitch of his lips. "Want me to fuck ya hard?"

"Yes." My voice cracked and that urged Matt to pull my hair again. "Yes! Fuck me hard!" I almost shouted. He needed no further encouragement as he spun me around, bending me over the sink and slamming right into me.

I groaned at the full feeling, pushing back onto him as his thrusts were deep and steady. I already knew I would have bruises from where his fingers held onto my hips and where his body hit against mine.

He started to go faster, and harder, my soaked core squelching with every single delightfully fractioned thrust. The counter's edge was digging into my stomach, but I didn't care. One of my hands gripped the edge while the other held onto Matt's wrist, his fist becoming entwined in my hair, pulling my head back so my mouth was open, every moan unsuppressed.

I could see him in the mirror as he fucked me, lips slightly parted and half lidded eyes watching the same thing I was. "Oh god Matt," I whined as my back arched, pleasure building up. My legs shook under me and I held the counter tight, both hands available since Matt had let my hair go to pound me harder. Matt swore before he pulled out, exploding onto my thighs.

After a minute of recovery, I cleaned myself up while Matt put himself back inside his pants, getting behind me as I went towards the door.

As soon as it cracked open, cheers echoed through the locker room. "Oh god Matt!" Brian imitated in a girly voice.

I went over to him and shoved his shoulder from where he sat on the couch. "You're just jealous it wasn't you."

He pulled me forward so I straddled his lap. "It could be."

I shook my head and got off Brian's lap. "I have a match tonight and I'm halfway to worn out already. Fuck you guys," I said as I walked over to the locker room door.

"You just said you were worn out! If you mean it, I'm volunteering!" Zack commented and I just rolled my eyes before walking out the door.

"Smell my fingers," I heard Matt say to someone before I was out of earshot. I pursed my lips and stopped for a second, listening to all of them laugh before I brushed it off and headed for the women's locker room.

-Jeff's POV-

I needed to talk to her tonight, make some kinda move at least. But I just watched her while I waited for my match to go off. She was talkin' to Khali, smilin' so wide her lashed eyes looked closed. The two spoke in a code only they understood, both fluent in Punjabi though she was born in Hawaii. Her mom is Indian though; I know that much. It's her dad that's Hawaiian.

The foreign speech ended as Khali was called over and he excused himself from their conversation. I knew I had to say somethin' as she stood there, all alone. "Anya." I grabbed her attention immediately, earning a slightly shocked smile from her once she noticed me.

No turnin' back now. "Hi Jeff... How are you?" There was a little discomfort obvious in her mannerisms. She was wonderin' why I was talkin' to her even though everyone knew she spent a lot of time in my brother's bed.

Yeah, it pissed me off that she was sleepin' with Matt after all the damn drama he's been puttin' me through. I couldn't place any blame on her though. I'm sure Matt was sayin' all the right things, makin' it seem like I'm the one who's the cause of all his damn problems.

I needta stop tihnkin' and start talkin'. She's lookin' at me weird.

"I'm okay I guess. Okay as I can be, y'know." She licked her lips uncomfortably, avoidin' my eyes.

"Yeah... I'm sorry he did that. I don't know... I don't know what's wrong with him." She was embarrassed. I could tell. Not like it's her fault, but I kinda like how she seems to feel bad. Maybe she'll wake up and see that I'm right here.

I didn't wanna talk about Matt though. I didn't wanna talk about him. Or what he did. Or what he did to her. Fuck Matt!

"You looked real good in your match out there," I changed the subject, tryin' to keep it positive.

Her dark eyes got that excited twinkle and her pierced dimples glowed as she smiled. "You really think so?" I nodded encouragingly, knowin' she was kinda self-conscious about her ringwork. "Thanks."

"Jeff, we need you over here!" Fuck my life. I rolled my eyes and cursed under my breath, not at all wantin' to leave her.

"You should go. I'm heading back to the hotel anyway." Her lips parted a little as we locked eyes before her smile spread across her face again. "Don't be a stranger, okay?"