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"Because you're not going anywhere!" I screeched before I could stop myself.

"Right." he said shortly, turning to his suitcase instantly.

"Mike..." I trailed off, regretting what I had said.

"No, that's how you feel. That's how it is. Don't worry about it." he started throwing clothes into his bags.

"You're leaving? Just like that?" I asked quietly as I watched him pack.

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"Can you tell me something, then?" I was feeling courageous. "Were we ever going to be anything? Did we have a future together? A far future?"

"I don't know." he mumbled.

"Fine," I grabbed my handbag, "Then I guess it's a good thing we're ending this now. I can go out and possibly find a future with someone. Non?" I turned on my heel and walked out the hotel room door, slamming it shut behind me.

I took a deep breath and decided that I was going to go see Cody. I would have gone to see Ted... But he's still on Raw. I walked up to his door and knocked quickly.

"Good morning, Claire." he smiled. Without a single word I walked past him and into the room, "Uh, Claire."

He gripped my arm, trying to stop me from entering.

"Oh, hello." An Irish female voice said softly and I faltered.

"I guess I'll come back." I turned around to leave, confused by what I was seeing. She was small, blonde, Irish and sitting on Cody's bed covering herself with a sheet.

"No," Cody said with a sigh, "What did you want?"

"Who's she?" I asked back and before he could answer, the girl did.

"I'm Orla Sweeney." The girl introduced herself to me, stretching out her. I took it hesitantly.

"I've seen you around before. Are you a-"

"She's not a ring rat." Cody cut in before I could finish my sentence. "Her brother Aidan is the new photographer and Orla's been travelling with him. She might be joining FCW, too."

"Oh, d'accord. Désolée." I apologised. Cody sat me down on a seat near the window and took a seat in the chair on the other side of the small table.

"What are you here for?" he asked.

"Um... I just broke up with Mike." I revealed and his jaw dropped. He was just as confused as I had beenwhen I saw Orla on the bed, probably more. "I literally just came from the room."

"Are you okay? You don't seem upset about..."

"It just happened. I haven't really had time to think about it... And I'm running on adrenaline, still." I spoke slowly and quietly because with each word it got more and more real, "Can we go out tonight? Party, maybe?"

"Last time we were together with alcohol we had sex and the aftermath was less than great." He reminded me and I sighed heavily, "And I'm not about to be on the receiving end of abuse when you wake up with a hangover."

"Why did you have to become so mature? I just want to have some fun before this actually sinks in."

"I'll come out with you." Orla spoke softly and my head shot up to catch her gaze.

"She knows we slept together!" I gasped, "Cody!"

"I-I can keep a secret. I promise. I don't know why it's such a big deal, tough, you sleeping together."

"If Gwen finds out, Cody, I'm screwed. If Mike, Ted or Randy find out... No one can find out." I punctuated each of my last five words by slamming my hand on the table.

"I won't say anything. I mean, it's obviously my doing if someone finds out." I nodded as Orla finished her sentence. "But, yes, did you want me to come out with you?"

"You aren't going out with her." Cody responded before I could, his voice stern. "She's not good when she's hungover and she'll never let you forget it."

"I understand Ted or Randy doing this, but you're Cody! My favourite person in this world, why won't you do this for me?" I whined and pouted childishly.

"Because Ted and Randy aren't here." He answered simply, "Now go and check out of your room. You can ride with me today, okay?" I was being spoken to the like a small fragile child. Cody was expecting me to break.

-July 21, 2010-

I pounded loudly three times on the one door, waiting impatiently for it to open. I had gone there with an idea and no chance of being told 'no'. I had dressed up for the occasion – an off the shoulder mid-thigh little black dress, a purple belt around my waist and heels much higher than I should have been wearing on my feet.

"Yeah?" a man asked uncertainly once the door was open, "Wait, Claire?" okay, so I looked different.

"Come to the club with me."

"Why?" he asked sceptically.

"You've talked to Mike. You know why. Now, come with me. Lucky can come to. I just need to forget everything."

"Can I get changed first? Because you look hot and I'm wearing sweats." I laughed and told him to hurry up.

He and Lucky came out in nice dress shirts, jeans and dress shoes. I linked arms with both men and we made our way to the nearest club. Heaps of WWE employees were there so we were offered a private room at the back.

"First round of drinks is on me." I said to my evening's escorts before I left to get drinks from the bar.

Two beers and a dry martini were ordered when I returned – the bartender would bring them over to us. I froze in my tracks when I saw Mike walk into the private room.

He ignored me as he walked by with John Hennigan. I took yet another deep breath and made my way back to Alex and Lucky.

"So, Mike's here." I stated casually, sitting down next to the Varsity Villain.

"We can go if you want." He suggested while putting a supportive hand on my arm.

"No. I'm here to have fun and that's what I'm going to do. Avec ou sans Michael."