I decided to give you guys a chapter because I saw my report card and it was awesome so I'm so happy.

After our argument the only conversations between Randy and I was small talk meaning the basics. This basically meant that we were avoiding the problems within our relationship, which was bad.

My cell phone rang loudly waking me up from my cat nap that I took as soon as I got home from work that day. I had a serious headache. I was angry at Randy for not trusting me, what the hell? He was the one with the ex-girlfriend stalking him. I reached for my phone on the nightstand and flipped it open.

"Hello?" I grumbled.
"Hey" it was Randy. "You sleep?"
"I was"

"Oh, how was your day?"
"How do you think?" Hello, we just had an argument a few hours ago.

"Well maybe if you told me about what you were doing-"
"Whatever" I mumbled. "I don't want to talk about it." He took a long sigh that hinted of frustration.

"Well…I guess I'll leave you to sleep"
"Okay. Bye" I said handing up.

On a Saturday afternoon I came home from following Angel to try on the ugliest bridesmaid dresses I have ever seen. I was so grateful to go home. I spent the rest of my night laying on my couch with a fleece blanket and sipping hot coco. I looked at my upcoming schedule. Two house shows and a Smackdown taping. The only event for Randy was a signing at some sports store in Houston.

Randy didn't discuss any plans with me so when I arrived in Houston I got my own rental car. If he wants to be hostile then fine, I hope he knows that he won't get anything from me tonight. I was going to be strong tonight; nothing would make me fall in to him. Not his sexy voice or his body or damn why was I lying to myself. Hopefully, we can get over this, I thought as I parked the rental car in the garage of the arena. I got out and grabbed my Burberry tote from the backseat.

"Where's Randy?" a female voice asked. It was Stacy. Her blond her was in a ponytail and she was wearing a pink juicy couture sweatsuit.

"I don't know" I said walking away from her. I dug in my tote for my backstage passes to show security.

"What kind of girlfriend are you? You should know where your boyfriend is" she taunted.
"Fuck off" I groaned as I handed my passes to the huge security guard.

"You're all clear to go in, darling" he said in a thick southern accent. I smiled a fake smile and rushed passed him. Down the hall I saw Christy.

"Alex!" she squealed running up to me.

"Hey buddy" I said giving her a hug.

"What's wrong? You look mad" she said as we started to walk.

"Look behind you" I grumbled. She looked back.

"Oh..Stacy, I'll make sure to whack her extra hard in our lingerie pillow fight" she giggled. I started to crack up.

"Beat her ass!" Stacy really wanted to get jumped and she sure as hell did not want to test me. If she wanted to be a bitch, I could be a bigger one.

I had worked my ass off to promote this house show in Houston so I stuck by the McMahon's side for most of the night. I reluctantly went to go see Randy. Without knocking I walked into the dressing room. Stacy was sitting down next to him and they were talking. I cleared my throat.

"Excuse me, I'd like a word with my boyfriend" I said angrily.

"I'll talk to you later, Randy" she said. I tapped my foot on the ground impatiently. After she left I locked the door.

"Hey, baby. Long time no see." I said coolly. He moved to kiss me and I moved back. "Was I interrupting something?" I asked brushing a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You know you didn't" he said.

"Right, then what was that?" I asked folding my arms.

"Two people having a conversation" he answered like I was stupid. He was really pissing me off. I nodded and stared at him. "What's wrong?" he sighed and sat down. "Come here, I'll kiss all the problems away" he smirked.

"No" I said looking at him. But damn, that was tempting.

"Then what's the problem?"

"I'm just wondering…."

"What?" I started to fiddle with my necklace.

"If you tell me everything" He exhaled loudly.
"Don't start now, Alexandria" he said like a father would tell his three year old daughter if she started to throw a temper tantrum in the mall.

"Start what?" I said with an attitude.

"I have to go get ready for a match" he said getting up.

"Your match isn't for another hour!" I pointed out.

"Alex" he groaned.

"Randy" I repeated in the same tone that was brimming with anger. I looked up at him and sighed. "What the fuck is going on?"
"Nothing"
"Then why are we like this!" I yelled.

"I don't want us to be like this" he said.

"We wouldn't be like this if we had trust"

"What?"

"Apparently, you don't trust me, Randy" I said seriously.

"That's because you don't tell me everything"
"And you don't tell me shit either, so I guess that makes us even" I said angrily.

"Baby" he said softly. I kept on rambling on. "Why don't you believe me?"

"Hmmm…maybe because Stacy's your ex and she can't go the fuck away?"

"And Aaron's a psycho who could have hurt you" I didn't answer. I plopped down on the couch and covered my face with my hands. Tears fell from my eyes. I wiped them quickly.
"I don't want us to be like this" I cried. He knelt down on the floor in front of me so that we were face to face.

"Baby…baby…we're not" he said gently. "We're just having some problems, all couples do" He kissed me softly. I broke the kiss and looked into his eyes.

"We're okay, aren't we?" I asked my voice was almost a whisper.

"Yes, we are baby" He stroked my hair and I breathed in the nearness of him, the scent of his cologne that longed with me and brought memories of us that I didn't want to lose.

Poor Alex, all this relationship trouble is really messing her up. Thanks for reading guys! Please review. More to come. Muahzz!