C.J's POV

The end of the last chapter.(Incase anyone forgot.)

Just as I was about to get in bed, there was a knock at the door. I looked at the time 12:30am.

"Who would be knocking at my door this time of night?" I muttered to myself as I opened the door.

"Cena?"

"Cena?"

"We need to talk." Cena said.

"Yeah sure." I replied noticing John was holding a white piece of paper and I held the door open, John Cena walked in and sat down on the bed. I closed the door, and made my way to turn the light on.

"Here" John said handing me the white piece of paper.

I wasn't in the mood for arguments, so I just took the piece of paper, and read what was on it.

Storyline including: John Cena, Kat Merigold and C.J McCloud.

After reading that I was incredibly confused, I didn't even read the rest, Vince was still mad at me for the chair incident, he said he wouldn't let me debut for another couple of weeks, so why I am I debuting in two weeks? Could this be a punishment? Vince didn't know about John and me so it couldn't be.

I looked up met John eyes, it brought me back to the day we met, It was in a WWE meeting, I was there because Triple H couldn't trust me on my own, not much has changed there. Our eyes met across the room, it was never love at first sight, it was always lust.

It seemed like 5 minutes had pass until I broke the gaze. I couldn't let him get to me.

"So… Do you know whose idea this was?" I asked him.

"No, I was given it by Triple H who said, maybe it was best that we talk, just to make sure there isn't any awkwardness."

Triple H, he must have done this, this is some sick kind of punishment, and Stephanie must be involved with this plan somehow. I groaned knowing this storyline won't turn out pretty.

"Look there isn't any awkwardness, me and you are in the past. You don't love me. I don't love you." I knew that last sentence was a lie but I wondered how long I could keep the lie going.

"I know, I just wanted to make sure. I'm sorry." John said, he got up and walked towards the door. He stopped just before opening the door and whispered just loud enough so I could kind of hear what he said.

"C.J McClould, you'll never know how much damage you've caused." Is what I thought I heard, but I have no idea what he's talking about. I just put it at the back of my head and then collapsed on the bed and headed for another night of unpredictable nightmares.

Next Monday at Raw

I managed to get in to the Comcast arena just before the heavens opened, now I had find Triple H to find out what the hell my late night visit from Cena was about last week, the last sentence he said has been playing on my mind for the week. Even in anger management I actually behaved, and stayed quiet.

"C.J McClould, you'll never know how much damage you've caused."

I didn't do any damage, he was the one to call it quits. Men can be as confusing as girls sometimes. Also, the storyline, I don't know what to feel at the moment. To add on to everything else, I haven't been sleeping well, my nightmares are making their appearances again. I'm just a ticking time bomb.

I found Triple H in his office. I didn't bother to knock, I just barged in, without a care in the world.

"Well hello C.J." Triple H said like he had been expecting me.

"The storyline, what the hell is that about? Is it some kind of sick punishment?" I barked at him.

"C.J look calm down, it's good storyline which might have some romantic aspects in it, nothings certain."

I glared at him.

"But you knew he worked here, so there was a chance you might be put in a storyline with him, plus it could be a really great storyline."

"But why, I am debuting next week?" by this point I'm getting really frustrated.

"Because I want you to."

"Right of course, that makes sense." I sarcastically said.

"Oh and why did you tell Cena, to give me the script at twelve-thirty at night, and that it might be best if we talk?"

"I told John that because I thought it might be best, I thought it might reduce you doing exactly what you're doing now."

"You thought wrong didn't you."

"Also, one more thing what did Cena mean by C.J McClould, you'll never know how much damage you've caused?"

"I didn't tell him to say that, but by the looks of it, you might of hurt John somewhere down the line."

"How? He was the one to hurt me, when did I become the bad guy." I thought out loud.

"C.J maybe you should talk to John about it, but calm down before you do, you're a ticking time bomb, I see it in your eyes."

I just sighed and sulked off.

I was walking down the hallway when Alicia Fox ran into me.

"Watch where you're going, you stupid fucking idiot." I went to grab her but someone grabbed me by the shoulder, so I just stared down at Alicia fox until she scurried away. I didn't even look who had my shoulder, I could tell by the smell, that it was the one and only John Cena. I just walked off.

Finally I had found what I thought was a deserted hallway until I saw the girl who had sat next to me in catering the other day. It looked like she was crying, I was going to walk back the way I came until I had a change of heart, which wasn't often. Something about this girl made me want to protect her, she was new probably not use to being screwed over all the time. So I went down and just stood opposite her until she looked at me, when she did I just slide down to the floor, smiled and offered to shake hands. She had mascara ruining down her cheeks.

"Hey I'm C.J," I said.

Hey I'm Kat." The girl said and shook my hand. I like to say things straight so I just said it.

"Kat, May I ask you, why are you down a deserted hallway by yourself and why you are crying?" I asked her.

"Just being an idiot." She replied.

"Explain." I demanded.

She explained what happened with her, Punk and Eve about an hour ago. I just chuckled, knowing this was classic Eve. I felt a little bad for chuckling so I decided to explain.

"That's plain old Eve, she's trying to get under your skin. Don't worry about it, her and her followers do it to all the new diva's." I explained, trying to reassure her.

"Are you new? How come she doesn't do it to you?" Kat questioned.

I didn't know how to answer this.

"I'm new at being a women wrestler for the WWE, but I've been to a few shows over the past ten years and plus Eve knows if she messes with me, I'll kick her ass and Triple H is kind of like an uncle to me. So, her ass is screwed either way." I managed to scramble together, it wasn't the whole truth but it was close enough.

"I see." Kat said. I sensed maybe she understood me, most people would of tried to grill me for more information.

Kat shot up and blurted out, "C.J it was nice meeting you but I've got a meeting now."

"I walk with you." I offered getting up. "But we might need to get you to the toilets."

I walked with her to toilets and then to Vince's make shift office, and then we parted ways for the night.

I felt better after talking with Kat. Not many people can do that calm me down. Cena was the only people who could calm me down instantly, but in the past couple of years Triple H has been getting better at it.

I was just endlessly walking around, until I saw a friendly face.

"Kane." I said grinning.

"Well if it isn't little C.J." Kane said while ruffling my hair.

"Hey, I'm 6ft, which is tall, we all can't be 7ft." I replied while flattening my hair.

"True, so what are doing here, you haven't been to a show in what, 2 years?"

"Yep, I'm a WWE wrestler now."

"No way, Vince actually hired you, what did you have to do?"

"I have to attend an anger management session every Monday or Wednesday, It differs."

"Awh… poor C.J, did Triple H get you the job?"

"Yeah, he was sick of bailing me out of jail." I laughed.

"You were always a trouble maker, I've got a match now, but I want to keep in touch with you, I miss talking to you, and if you ever need to be bailed out, I'm here. Do you still have the same mobile number?"

"Nope." I gave Kane my number, and then he had to go and get ready for his match.

I was just walking aimlessly around and I saw Triple H leave his office and an idea popped into mind, I haven't pranked someone for quite sometime, and next to me was some super glue, which was quite oddly placed. I added it all up; it was near the end of Raw so I had time to run.

So, I creped in and squirted the entire tube of super glue on the chair. Discarded the evidence, grabbed my bags which I left in here, and hid around the corner. About 10 minutes later, Triple H reappeared and headed into his office.

About 15 minutes later all I heard was.

"C.J McCloud, I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS." Triple H shouted so loud that it nearly shook the building, all the superstars came to see what it was about, I made a run for it knowing if I was caught, he would literally kick my ass.

I made it outside, where I saw Kat ahead of me walking towards her car.

"KAT!" I shouted.

Kat turned around.

"Hey C.J."

"Hey, listen I was wondering if I could travel with you?" I said, while catching my breath, I should really stop smoking.

"Sure, but can I ask why?" Kat said interest, which was understandable.

"Well you see I always travel with Trips, but I sort of, maybe glued him to his seat and now he's after me." I explained.

"C.J's in trouble!" Kat joked.

I put my bags in the trunk and got in the front passenger seat and got ready for the 5-hour journey that was ahead of me. Kat stopped of at a gas station just to fill up and to but some snacks, I got a tuna sandwich, a can of 7 up, some fruit and cigarettes.

We restarted the journey, I could tell Punk was still on Kat's mind; her eyes are very easy to read. So I decided to talk some sense into her.

"Kat, I wasn't born yesterday."

"What are you talking about?"

"A certain punk, you know Eve's just messing with you, so you need to talk to the guy, it was probably one big misunderstanding."

"Thanks C.J. I don't know why I'm being so stupid, I've know him for such a short time. I should be used to this, it's happened a million and one times already."

What I did next shock me, I don't give compliments out, never have. But I just felt that this young woman needed to know the truth.

"I don't really share stuff and I rarely tell people this but you're a beautiful young women, Punk would be an idiot to turn you down and get with Eve." Even though I said it pretty uncomfortably, I meant it. I rarely lie.

"Thanks with C.J, I didn't know you were so wise."

"I'm not, I just know the feeling." I whispered with my head against the window, watching the road pass by.

"What happened to you?"

I didn't really want to answer that but then I thought about anger management and apparently it's good to get stuff off your chest so maybe I telling someone about Cena and me would help.

"Um… three years ago I met a guy and fell hopelessly in love, he said he loved me, but we couldn't be seen together because of who he is and who I know, so we snuck around, this lasted for about a year, until he called it quite, saying he doesn't feel anything for me."

I obviously didn't tell her who it was or the full story but enough. I was incredibly uncomfortable by now. Luckily my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey C.J, it's Kane, how far away are you?"

"About ten miles, why?" I asked.

"Me, A.J and Kaitlyn are stuck at the arena and we need to get to Smackdown for tomorrow, Could you fit three more?"

"One minute let me ask Kat."

I looked at Kat and asked "Can we go back to the arena and pick up Kane, A.J and Kaitlyn, please?"

"Sure" Kat replied and soon found a safe turning around point.

"Kane, yeah we can pick you up, we'll be about 30 minutes, Can you wait that long? I sarcastically said.

"Yeah, sure. Why aren't you traveling with Triple H?" Kane asked me.

"Something happened, and I'd rather avoid him until tomorrow."

"You were the one who glued him to his chair, I knew it was you." Kane exclaimed.

"Right, I've got to go now, I'll see you in 30 odd minutes." I said hanging up the phone.

30 minutes later, Kat and I pulled up to the back entrance of raw was held just hour before. I pointed to a group of people who were sitting on their suitcases.

I rolled down my window and shouted them over, and then I got out to help them put their luggage in the very full trunk.

A.J And Kaitlyn got in the back seat of car with ease but Kane was having problems so I had to unwillingly swap seats with Kane.

"Sorry, I don't think we've met." A.J said to me.

"Hey, I'm C.J and in front of me driving is Kat." I announced.

"Hey everyone." Kat said.

With a packed car, Kat started the journey again.

"What does C.J mean?" Kaitlyn asked.

I stopped, no one asks what my name means.

"Yeah, what does C.J mean?" Kat asked.

"Actually what does C.J mean, I've known you for quite a bit and I've never known. " Kane added.

I had a feeling they wouldn't let this go.

"It means Challenger Jericho." I muttered.

"Challenger Jericho." Kane repeated louder.

"Yeah, and keep that to yourselves." I halved threatened.

Everyone burst out laughing. Even I had to admit my name was pretty unusual.

My phone vibrated, I pulled it out, thinking it would be an explicit text from Triple H describing how he is going to kick my ass. But I what I wasn't expecting was a text from a number I didn't know, I opened it and read it.

Don't you try to blame this on me.

My love for you was bulletproof but you're the one who shot me.

And god damn it, I can barely say your name.

- Cena.

I didn't know what to think. What the hell was Cena playing at?

A/N: If you have any questions about this story, don't be afraid to ask. Also I welcome reviews, i'm always trying to improve my writing. Thanks.

- Maisie